SOUVENIR 4
(From the Series: Souvenirs)
I fought to control
My anger as you
Ripped my blouse
To pieces then
Rearranged a sleeve,
A collar, a front
Lapel, a lacy
Cuff in an impossible
Formation to climb
Back inside.
The flatness of
The image was no
More a truth
Than was the flatness
Of the world
Before Columbus.
Yet you found
A way to make
Me close my eyes.
You intoned a prayer
Or psalm and each
Time I heard
An owl call after
Its kill, I shivered
Unless you tore
Another article
Of my clothing
To pieces again
And again,
Leaving nothing
Between us save
A few abstract
Compositions.
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Laura Merleau was born and grew up in the Kansas City area. She received a doctoral degree in American Literature from the University of Kansas in 2000. Her novella, Little Fugue, was published by Woodley Memorial Press in 1992. Her poetry has recently been accepted for publication in Rougarou, Poppyseed Kolache, and Ragazine. An excerpt from her novel, Blood Sugar Jezebel, has been accepted for publication with The Survivor Chronicles.
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