Deb asks me something while I am shaking out my day
Poetry 88
Lara Egger: Getting Drunk on Dean Young
It is a choice between fire and ice,
between the cowardly lion and puss
in boots, between the word and the flesh
Hilary Vaughn Dobel: Teratoma
Once, I was born from an indefatigable
incision. My father taught me the riddle
Hilary Vaughn Dobel: Light Pollution
I can see Orion from here, barely,
as I sit in my car under a street-lamp
drinking rum and soda
Hilary Vaughn Dobel: Benediction
Your days are full like a Chinese lamp with sesame
oil. Sleek her warm and ribboned, no rough touch
but grosgrain and voile. Do not leave her alone
Jessica Comola: Mirrorface
Where you take down your hair my sister comes combing
her mouth a set of thin scissors
shined red. A body