Image © Isabel Rock 2016
| by Chelsea Eckert | January 18, 2016 |
I.
How flattered I was when
you oiled the gyroscopes
in your skull so that I
wouldn’t hear the obnoxious
swivel of the gaze that
often wanders to organic
tendons, deposits — and
how could I get mad?
II.
We people are your cats,
delightful in multiples,
multiplying, and twice as
attractive — a semi lunging
towards its own personal
apocalypse. Sure as everyone
rubbernecks, we would all
enter in marriage contracts
with our pets, if we could
— many times over.
III.
So the sightless woman has
her own ideas about the shades
between the lines of a colorless
drawing of Mickey Mouse, alone
behind the covers of a floppy
book: I understand you, as
far as I can. I do. The sound
of hinges opening to greet
my cheek vibrates inside my
whole body, and it has the
same electricity as forgive.
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Chelsea Eckert is currently attending UNC Greensboro for her MFA in creative writing. Her fiction and poetry have appeared (or will appear) in over twenty-five venues. Stalk her like a hungry catamount at http://chelseaeckert.me.
Isabel Rock was born under a lucky star in a field of lavender, Isabel Rock spends her days drawing magical pictures to spread smiles in the world.
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