[Realpoetik] S.M. FATTIG
RealPoetik Magazine
realpoetik at scn9.scn.org
Sun Apr 17 20:46:56 PDT 2011
MAN O’WAR
Don’t see me, don’t hold me. Only remind me of past thievery, of a lack
less biting. The neat growing stack of unspeakable things: Tiny lips, tissue
tricked, numb-limbed spectery. The exact translucence of slitted eyes and
fists. Oily sluices of blood bear us into braced airways, a house without a
door. Next to her on the blanket (spreading stain etc.), a surly cobbled
heart.
PILOT
Everywhere he goes, John the Baptist scans compulsively for places he might
sleep if he were homeless. He marks street names and landmarks in a
notebook. Water towers appeal to him especially. He is often mistaken for
Kris Kristofferson and middle-aged women in beg him to sing “Jesus Was a
Capricorn.” John patiently explains to them that actually, Jesus was a
Pisces. They walk away whispering cruelly, elbows and wrists scraping
together. When he is particularly distraught he steals cats from porches.
He returns them moments later, overcome with dander and self-loathing, eyes
streaming. He vanishes glumly before the police. It is a lonely existence
but he feels satisfied.
*S.M. Fattig *is currently living in Nebraska and pursuing her MA in Early
Childhood Education. Her work has appeared in *Octopus Magazine*, *Ink Node
*, and *MARY Magazine*. In addition to poetry, she is currently at work on
textile projects involving found fabrics.
--
RealPoetik
www.realpoetik.org
-------------- next part --------------
An HTML attachment was scrubbed...
URL: <https://lists.scn.org/pipermail/realpoetik/attachments/20110417/47564cc4/attachment.html>
More information about the RealPoetik
mailing list