Author name: Rattle

Poems

Bird in a Forest

The first time my father struck my mother,
I didn’t see it happen, but heard a sound
I could only equate with one potato picked
then thrown to a harvested pile of them.

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Soon

When I say the word walk, or even spell it, / the dogs leap up with flailing tails.

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Big Head

They carried the big head
through the streets, detached
from its neck and its body
but spilling all its evil
everywhere they carried it

Poems

The Famine of Love

First the fruit flies fell around the fruit bowl and the air was still,
the figs and apples ripened and then were gone.

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