Three Poems

Carol Szamatowicz

Flash By


Vince has the PTA to do. All the men in a given part of the forest listen carefully and work quietly. It's like a round in which some of the singers leave out some of the lines. At home, we were all within earshot. That bowl of orchid petals was thin, a mother-of-pearl pin, a hand-made bead, a tin of tea, papier-m‰chŽ animals, a full box. It's an anniversary we are stationary for. Of course I could go, but I'm waiting for Alexandra, she's taking a test on a mound with a few pine trees. The cabin is yellow striped where swimming rattlers stimulate my sword in a silver baldric at my side. Truck headlights slide across the ceiling. I still link earnings with beatings. My father's thinking sounds like garbage cans crossing. Steve has all the papers we need, I sign for them, get a job and stop fishing. Alex sees the Midwest in the lining of a suit. Amid the seeming cacophony there is a remarkable order to her math problem. How many times did it take to hear the phone stop when he called?

Slung Keys

There is the space an elephant loses plaintively when too few or too many are arranged wearing calcium. We get hard things from the sea to help with cancer and grafting. Bobby eyeballs a skid while he balances the steering, later he'll know about blocking steel and cars. A rider's aroma is on a stinky horse brush. We expect other pieces to be taken too and try to think into bone-light. Two methods can be used to test the efficacy of the third. I put out my huge-pain experiment and he takes a bunch of images and we're basically ground-toothing. The singing season progresses each changed phrase in the same way and each slung song roughly the only May.

Ruin

The white men said, "If you go way across the Mississippi (gesture) and live we won't bother you." It wasn't good farm land so why not let the Indians have it, saturated with oil. This brush is just a bit big for my purposes. Carol subsided in her chair and pressed her bread against her lip. Douglas asked if he might inhale a taxi. Larry described a lying dormant, one to wipe his shoes on. All Brenda needs is skin color, she's got every other color. The kids always make yellow faces. I don't have to read this speech, it's a crazy one. After holding onto the bars, after climbing on them, he put his hands in his pockets. Do not use words to express emotions, as such. Carol said, working in clay, "This damn ruin is a hell to make!"


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