Mudlark No. 42 (2011)


She found him with glued back 
black hair ranting about 

rainbow phones and falling off 
the rollercoaster of fire hydrants 

off their dreams of faux-gray 
sheep and apple fritters 

of cowboy boots and drowning 
in Volkswagens of North Carolina 

heroes weeping in Bollywood.
She kept to the dancing act 

with needles his calligraphic 
stones her lizard tongue 

flicked at the blue ribbon 
they won in the bear claw
division. She wore wine
while he sprouted wings.

Nathaniel Vincent Mohatt | Mudlark No. 42 (2011)
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