Jessica Baer
MORTARWORLD: THE PICTORIAL PLANET SCREEN
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blue in the after
thunder blued *** thunder quarry perfect We look into each others windows frm opposite multi verses Yr forehead is a tessellated screen I hexagon in deathstink to honey: chambers my nudge body ship shunted grain sheathes over bone fossils hurt to fleetwod mac a cragbird song elides its threat -larynx god is rumors: just that a blast mosaic of Ice crystals we stole out of the desertworld where sand planets wave stand still a saguaro face looking away vanishing lines I was sorry to // total recall yr grass, muscles grass mouldered brains of the woods lost to themselves: mulchphantom eddied ditch a green ray volutes hammerempty wet in tones b/t [where I remember you] frm the front parts you splatter lightning, yr palm fronds psalmodics tug, a selfsame sand scrubs off a craggery border land locked into its knees a film lobes muscle pits new jersey muscles they reflect waterages surfaces endless acts last recorded in a park I hate my vocal chords finally cut me out |
When I scream I learn that my scream sounds inside like the prerechorded scream of almostdeath babysitters in Halloween
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I HAVE TO OBLITERATE MYSELF
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the more alive I grow the more
I hate it I wish you could see me in this pretty sweater I wear it everyday I picked it out just for you |
I HAVE TO OBLITERATE MYSELF
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jesica is treading water in the pool hannah weiner is not watching over them my grandmother is
ignoring me & allbuoys end |
[when you were a bird]
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X marks the time
is its selfsame bullets ONETWOTHREE ponies were just like that |
POW! POW!
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You are yr murders
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heres an ugly story: my mother hates animals bc my mothers animals
were mauled by their animal teethgnashin |
the absurd thing is to keep writing
into the hole ourselves |
WHEN YOU SAID YOU WERE HURT FROM !10 YRS OLD I
battered you you beat yr flap wings into my mirror murk love letters of prehistoric birds |
we were already dead when we -
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[when you were a bird]
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you step crushed my rhododendron body bc you were
running frm dogs pack up animals |
I DROVE YOU OUT IN THE SNOWSTORM BC YOU WERE DRUNK
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in woods minnesota fell asleep over his legs
my memory is a tug rope I undo it to protect you frm bears, prehistoric sounds when I was sick I saw the crystal rotating in the woods I run you have a mane // you have no name |
I BLEW YOU UP
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IN THE BEGINNING THERE WAS AN ABORTED FETUS IN THE SOUTH MY DAD WAS SICKKK WHEN HE LOVED MY MOTHER THEY BEAT ME UP I CANT TALK OUT OF SIDEWAYS MOUTH
you're a creator / not a destroyer |
I frakked up north dakota
I was drunkwet in the brothelswhorld we snow - banked on our disease the glitteredge of an ice spikes |
HORSES TAIL FEATHERS BRISTLE UP plumelight
you're trying to write a horse scream |
myuglygendermakesmyhandsmelt
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Act II
finally our protagonist rests in the arbor – lattices human silk sinks by its own & I said pls dont ever goo away! |
JESSICA BAER received their BA in Creative Writing from Georgia State University in 2011. They live and do field rechordings in Chicago. Their work has been featured in Fruita Pulp, Horse Less Review, Deluge Journal, Prelude Mag, The Boiler Journal, Alien Mouth, and Leveler, and is forthcoming in Bone Bouquet. They also have a future chapbook with Magic Helicopter Press called "Holodeck One" (2016). They have a lifetime ban from Whole Foods and love horses. Email them about unsolved paranormal mysteries at [email protected].
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