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January 28, 2006
There Are Whistles and Heat
-- Faye Kicknosway
There are whistles and heat
and the dryer spinning.
Boys, loose from their cloven feet,
remember
to be merciful. No mother
forgives them.
There is half-light
and a half-step.
The republic of gloves?
A knot of appropriate sweat?
Miles of doubt have been left
on doorsteps.
Peek between the venetian blinds
and you'll see it.
How fleshy the moon is,
its testicles, its pianos,
its exaltation.
It smokes at the hip
against a backdrop of banana trees
spilled up
from a page that will,
at some later date, wander
in the company of pigs and sheep.
A good fit
but filled with amnesia
and a wasted life
in the tropics.
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Posted by Josh at January 28, 2006 11:40 AM