Knar Gavin
L'autre Monde |
I give my information life.
I give my information death. I give my information and they take it away. Alienated? I prefer mediatized. I've gone to that other world. I'm given to that other world. My flying ships are endless. My flying, without end. |
Money Jugs
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This water under my skin
is not a forever water. It expends through tiny holes above the vapor slits out from the croc canals of the pomegranate river or else runoff from the Cis-effusive mountain – more all, dropsical wellings. My sweat is saline now. Salt lick, then lapped. I hate the television waves, lapping my grain. I hate the Teflon that bastes the jewels of my waters. I'm a new millenium, what are you? Have you forgiven the tabloids yet? No one was supposed to know about our serpent mother, about where all of the eggs went. Memory has forgotten to smear the blood trail again. In my next life, I'll leave truth prints on everything, take my ontos of contagion and proffer it to the world. |
KNAR GAVIN attended the Iowa Writers' Workshop and she currently teaches and studies at Syracuse University. Knar's recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Poetry, Birdfeast, Bayou, Print-Oriented Bastards and Heavy Feather Review. You can visit her at tropopausing.com.
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