GAIL ENTREKIN : After Snorkeling at Molokini Crater
ALICE PERSONS : Telephoning John
CATHERINE HEALY : Metrical Res
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After Snorkeling at Molokini Crater Telephoning John Metrical Res


GAIL ENTREKIN
After Snorkeling at Molokini Crater

(with Katy, age 12)
In the light world our arms and faces freckle in the sun, our eyes scan the horizon for boats, the illusion of the visible world spread before us on an aqua rippled plate while below the shiny, opaque surface of the water, our invisible lower halves roam in the dark, bare legs slicing forward, pushing aside the weight of water to reach the next unseen niche, gliding past the poison fish, the pointed rock. Chatting, we paddle our legs beneath us. Naked limbs languorous, cycling slowly, we are unaware that we have moved out of the crater, over the steep edge of the world. If we tried, we could not see the bottom now. Cavern walls rise steeply and fall beneath us, teaming with mysterious creatures, pink and blue and orange, who live here.  We are strangers. The water's surface is dark, impenetrable. Oblivious of the sheer drop, the sharks beyond the rim, we splash, smile, holding the sun of the known world in our eyes, and, as though I can keep you safe, you hold my hand. 'After Snorkeling at Molokini Crater' appeared in Slab, 2006
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ALICE PERSONS
Telephoning John
2 AM from a freezing Boston phone booth - you never minded me waking you up. Oregon, a general store in the woods, hot July, the idle old men speculating about my anatomy under my fishing clothes. When I left I was smiling. You missed me. Lying alone on the floor of my dark living room - cold Wisconsin rain against the windows, too sleepy to hang up. Drunk in a bar in Cody, Wyoming, yelling over the jukebox - "Honey, there's a fight - think I'd better go." On a wharf in Seattle: Puget Sound glittered while I waited for the coins to drop. Afterwards I walked by the water and planned a trip to see you. Travelling light, I don't need a picture and I know your number by heart.
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CATHERINE HEALY
Metrical Res 
Begin slowly, awkwardly, pausing arbitrarily and at line breaks, stumbling over the longer words: scintillate, sidereal, onomatopoetic. The music won't flow properly. The sound won't carry and you will fear that your voice has been stolen by the tiny demons who dwell behind your throat. They have taken it before. They will not get it this time. Because this is the important thing. To keep reading. To stumble and stop on every syllable, to fight the rhythm, until suddenly the hurdles fall, carrying you with them. Reading badly is the first step.
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