She came out from under the bed By Jennifer MacBain-Stephens #1 She came out from under the bed and called the night winged things. Sonar beasts flapped against windows breaking the glass. We thought we had a piece of her but it was the other way around #2 She came out from under the bed her torn face jacket crumpled charred pages shed commas there was no end to stick wrapped flickering persona body, distended cornea face open signage night forming all fear vowels: A I E #3 She came out from under the bed Penelope unweaving my scalp and psoas muscle That way she could visit me every night undoing the work on me just to do it again #4 She came out from under the bed like Alice clawing up rabbit hole dirt She would never say, you and I, we went into darkness together, pertaining to conversations about the Minotaur, snipers, and the naming of hurricanes: the business of acting alone #5 She came out from under the bed the others played it star struck some tied her wrists wrestled an autograph sacked her head tiny chicken scratches engraved the wood floor some crouched behind chairs kept a lookout for hope mouths open skyward sucking the flies in #6 She came out from under the bed insects and fog skittering across abdomen the patpatpat she transferred to me hear the wasps she breathed a buzzing sound it would not stop will never stop this trying to get out About the author: Jennifer MacBain-Stephens went to NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts and now lives in the DC area. Recent chapbooks are out or forthcoming from Grey Book Press, Dancing Girl Press and Shirt Pocket Press. Her first full length collection is forthcoming from Lucky Bastard Press. Recent work can be seen or is forthcoming at Jet Fuel Review, Pith, Freezeray, So to Speak, Entropy, Right Hand Pointing, Chiron Review, and decomP. Visit: http://jennifermacbainstephens.wordpress.com/.
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