Kristy Bowen


And when it fails, it fails
continually, the paper dolls

in their mechanical operetta.
Our pockets fill with voluptuous

words like aplomb and orangeade.
I ask for burnt and you give me wing,

and so we go on like this, sistered like
cells to the dark openings, the bracelet

of light marking the horizon. A trap
door comes loose and the bed falls

through three floors of aquariums,
all kissing fish and fiberglass plants.

I ask for umbrella and you give me feather.
Our sentences become sodden, uninhabitable.

Kristy Bowen is the editor of Wicked Alice. She lives in Chicago.

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