| Thunder Sandwich #17
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 dweeb by jeff filipski |
| The eye of the fish 3 o' clock on a Sunday afternoon my body points to a fierce awakening wobbling in my chest my cat is witness to the opening and the voice that cautions: "Too much chocolate." I suck a lemon wedge put salt on the tip of my tongue tequila practice, you call it- small shots of life that wake you like sips from a growing drunkenness when I was a girl we would eat roses, salt oranges and apples to make them sweeter, the skin of a mango prolonged the pleasure of flesh. I still hear the eye of the fish crunching in my mother's mouth. Excerpt from The Life of a Handsome Shadow He is my echo and my mirror: "What are you afraid of?" "What are you afraid of?" My life is a well He shouts my name into To see how far away the water is "One day," he tells me, "your skin will crinkle before the first cold, your knee will jerk before your husband arrives. "You will be as predictable as a bowl of oats and will need to wear your glasses in the shower." Dancing with the lights off, I ignore something I know is not there He is my echo and my mirror: "What are you afraid of?" "What are you afraid of?" |
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| ISSN: 1534-4037 |
Edited by Jim Chandler & Haze McElhenny
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