Poetry


Dawning Consciousness

by Heather Haley

She wakes grimly febrile,
desperately nostalgic
for dawdling in ditches
of tadpoles, wagering glass
marbles in snow lanes,
sewing mini skirts
for her Barbie,
mashed potatoes,
fried baloney,
the gag reflex.

She shuts her eyes,
snubbing the town’s lens
zooming in on her culpability,
incensed at the sun’s insolence,
rising despite collisions,
recent fatalities.
She groans, embattled by,
dreading the delirium
of desire, engulfed in tokens
of admirers,
one resolutely phlegmatic
as the other effuses.

Plummets. No incidental leaf
but a loose lunatic rook
lit mate, old school canon.
Men ostensibly,
on, off or side tracked
interpersonals interpenetrating
fictions, demands, tousles
delightfully incessant.

No accident this transport
back to forsaken tracks,
giant drainpipe beneath.
I engineered it.
I, of humble origin,
melancholy disposition
provide stimulation,
provoke the atmosphere,
orchestrate the robberies.

I, in the cliché
of a crisp white shirt,
black hat, inflict pain,
increase pressure, draw
hostility, reel in crisis
commonly referred to
as authentic experience.
I dare to sprawl,
invite expansion
as vital to my vitals
as blood on needlework.


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