She
A poem by Aimee Cirucci
pieced together,
held by floss,
and
fishing line
thin, transparent,
nonexistent,
threads
weave to and from
a spidery,
shaky,
mess.
twist and tangle,
it crosses and knots
soft, spongy, soul
and tired, frantic, body,
meshed together by
a blind surgeon
it is tenuous
and scattered
and seen only by her
straining at the seams
as she sucks in her stomach
Winter 2006-2007 Poetry:
AS WINTER COMES by Nancy Abdel Messieh
BOUNDARY STONES #1 & #2 by Alison
Eastley
WHAT HAPPENED by Lakshmi Krishnan
SYLVIA PLATH by Brian Willems
(tanka) by Dorothy McLaughlin
A BAD DAY by Nicholas Messenger
REVOLUTION by Heather Larsen
DIRTY FLOORS by Sam Friedman
JULIA by Michael Internicola
YOU ARE PART OF THIS by A. Thiagarajan
INAUDIBLE GESTURES GROWN ALL TOO COLD
by C. Allen Rearick
HOW LONG THE NIGHT WAS by Gary Charles
Wilkens
DREAM OF THE GARDEN by Lance Newman
SHE by Aimee Cirucci
LAUNDRY BOY'S CHANGE by Julian Haladyn
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