How his eyes dilate at the famous pictures. Death yanked and slapped into pleasing compositions. The quickening in his buttocks and groin when he beholds the arching spine of the man-child slain on the field under Seminary Ridge. Gut in air, head forced back, legs delicately spread: a baby fighting the diaper, in extremis, erotic, […]
Priscilla Atkins
Priscilla Atkins: Like a Lily
At night, I long to recline like Sarah Bernhardt in the shape of a coffin, the way I imagine after a magnificent performance of Hamlet, she climbed into the significance of roses, then lay down exhausted in her silk-lined bed. Each elusive moment liquefying into one last murmuring spoonful, the whole world dissolving— even taxes, […]