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Fall 2004 - Volume 27, Number 1
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Fully Drained
I.
"I need something," she says,
candle-fire hair rushing
from her warm neck's nape.
He nods.
II.
Curved rapture, to squeeze, to wring,
to embrace and shriek at, to flinch
from, and to exhaust. Growing in crys-
tallized hardness, fountaining out
sweetness. Shivering questions and
exhaling colors, frothing that thing you
call your soul and carousing with fate
because there is no fate so why not
take it out for a drink? No standing,
pausing, praying but fullness of shades
and noise and jazz and justice.
Grappling, fumbling--hands cracked
and clumsy but sweet and full while
seconds are sucked dry. Whispers
drain into ear-crinkling, lobe-wetting
shouts and gasps and a shake shake
shock. Diving into cathedral-
swelling/bursting music, lifting your
ribs up and through your torso--like a
bird thrusting itself into the blueness
of the sky--tumbling around and aer-
ating your chest with the lightness of
clouds, turning it sideways and back-
wards to bud and blossom in full mag-
nolia sweetness, in perfumed caresses
of a Gauguin woman, hair finger-
combed and thick, draped on an
arched fist, waiting shuttered-eyed for
the room to grow.
III.
There was a woman, eighty-years-old, who ran every day, mile or two, I don't know, but ran with the sun and wind and clouds under trees, lung-breathing running, nails dug into fists, cruising--just cruising--downhill, hair flying from her face in glistening strips, sweaty but spilling out of her head, flowing down and free.
The police, drained, utterly drained, by their gilded badges thought she had run from one of those homes, homes where they infuse people with forgetting and choke them with infantalizing tablets. They couldn't make her out in the light--no, not through their tint tainted sunglasses. She was full but they emptied her of herself.
IV.
"Can't you see?" she asks,
grabbing at his cold hand.
Can't you see me?
-By Erin Gamble
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