ISSUE 4 · SPRING 2010
bildungsroman AUDRI SOUSA in the twenty minutes it takes for the smoke ring the moon has blown to arrive i become a pier vagrant and lose all interest in hula hooping and the idea of lungs as pink cartoon pretty shopping bags in the chest i dream your postcards into my pocket i dream breath into everyone we have known a severed starfish bleeding in my palm the venn diagrams in which we elect to move i remember when the earth was an open bowl and we stood on its rim careful not to follow the bats and sparrows that fell screaming into the atlased cauldron when the fear was still metallic on our tongues there was cemetery grass in my mary janes the night i fed the television to the nimbus clouds cut of cardboard full of emergency like atari gods in frenetic colander light i crave nightshades spun from tree fingers in a dangled sequence of silk i watch an aircraft tangled in latitude lines and wait for the fanged pollinators |
Audri Sousa has appeared or is forthcoming in Keyhole, Nano Fiction, Pear Noir!, and Versal. Her chapbook Caspian Quilt is forthcoming from Bedouin Books. She can be found in California and at her blog.