Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
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Coe Review • <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>22</strong><br />
Untitled<br />
Mylinda Grinstead<br />
I’ve seen something behind my eyes<br />
Something more potent than those little squiggles you get<br />
From staring at the sun or watching<br />
Blood cells pump through the veins of your eyelids<br />
Your eyelids were beautiful before they were opened<br />
Sliced around the sockets to disappear<br />
I remember kissing them shut<br />
Now I often bring my knuckles to my lips<br />
Pressing them together ever so softly<br />
So the nerves can just barely feel the pressure<br />
Synapses aren‘t bridged so closely<br />
And the signal takes longer to get through<br />
Before you came back she had toadstools on her<br />
Forehead and drool on her chin<br />
The Bell company wasn’t as kind to me<br />
I could never get that signal through<br />
The lines were always down<br />
As though the wires had been purposefully cut<br />
I use wire cutters now to twist tight bands<br />
Around the necks of my saplings<br />
We never grew saplings together<br />
You left sliced off your eyelids and threw them at my feet<br />
They fell behind me and I never looked back<br />
I didn‘t see the blood spilt on the clay covered floor<br />
I swept them up with fragments of your left over offspring<br />
And piles of dust that made you all<br />
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