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Lake Isabella, CA, United States
I am an aspiring writer in the Kern River Valley. This blog is a "test kitchen" to try different writing styles and to work through the many rejections and the handful of acceptances my work has received. But no matter what other people say about my writing, at least my mother thinks I'm a good writer!

Sunday, November 4, 2012

First Glimpses- 11/4/12

They suctioned you out with a hoover and gutted me like a fish




Like a cored apple or the yolk of a hard boiled egg.



Pushmepullme, pushmepullme. Push was me, pulled was you.



And after an hour and half of empty-husk progress promises I clung to like a life-raft,



And a burst of fuschial, nuchal color,



I saw you sail by, grey and splotchy and strangely long,



The unidentified flying baby,



Unmoving, uncrying, unconscious baby.



Not pink, not screaming.



Your father spoke to you and something deep inside you recognized his voice



And you cried and I breathed again.



Hands carried you to me for inspection like a factory shirt they put those stickers on,



“Inspected by #9.”



And I looked into the sapphire dragon’s jewels you had for eyes and you looked back and I sang



to you.



1 comment:

  1. There are so many beautiful things in this. "And you cried and I breathed again." I love how this line comes in. Beautiful.

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