8/20/2017 0 Comments Poetry by Rachel ReillyThe Vintage Skirt I Wore Before I Had a Body Blue time fades, her cotton hangs like a flame-- a candle stuffed away in your mother’s closet, ready to ignite. She is the best arsonist—the one who burns that layer between skin and bone. But stays back, herself never changing but for the slightest fade. Her arms circumference twenty-two inches and button so tightly you can’t breathe. She’s done this before; she’s been around since 1955. Her gaunt ghost victims try to hide in every pleat that gathers, clutching to your rib cage, passing down their pain. She is stern, like the woman who first wore her, tightly knit, with no give-- no sympathy. After Untitled III the hard heart- work of moving on that silence at the back of your stomach like almost-hunger the way loss feels between your toes after a stubborn walk when sandals come off you never meant to divert this far out from comfort it's the part songs omit : unsubversive in intimacy unglamorous almost ugly these blisters that callous too slowly American Sonnet for the Eighth Grade Girl Who Rolls Her Eyes at Me Each Time I See Her A decade reincarnated a vision of aversion almost like myself If viewed from the mental hole where innocence decayed is stored: A declawed rescue cat, maladjusted to her new master, soft Like a stuffed cat, given No Choice but to live in the bored Blank space of days. Maybe I project my memories: school, Sulking, head-aching words, and earlier, slipping through doors Before Mother steals her choice to smear some neo-crocodile shit (Historically speaking) like sunglasses to hide her true eyes’ lives From Instagram--more glam than smeared, teared Myspace. If Scout’s rebel phrase (pass the damn ham) was all I learned, Fourteen and too insecure to hear, it's hard to hope she'll listen And let words ignite her soul. Likely, Apathy will grow itself out, Eventually, like hair fried from box dye and Choice will start To situate inside rebellion and free her from slow stagnance. Bio: Rachel Reilly is a Chicago born writer and visual artist who currently resides in Albuquerque, NM with her 4 lb dog, Baby Sappho. She blogs at https://atmosphereofglass.wordpress.com/ and Tweets at @rach_anastasia.
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