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Oedipa Strips Away Revised
Oedipa Strips Away Revised
Nothing could be
so boring, Oed
decides touring
is akin to running
akin to the sad
anthropology
of a cosmic
joke at which
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she forget to laugh.
Collections of lovers
like silt and detritus,
shame like the dross
of dreams, a history
of bird watching:
cormorants and pelicans
awkwardly squawking
amongst fish carrion
and careless condom
wrappers on the sand.
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It is time to leave: To
reconstruct the South
along the ley lines
of old Punk albums.
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Crossing The Line at St. Mary’s
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Oed kisses her boyfriend
to the sound of cicadas
and Duran Duran. The bangle
bracelets rattle like oracle
bones, mapping
out the future.
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Her hair dyed pink and cropped
like a Marine, she thinks
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of the town without
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a theatre, the clinging grit
of tobacco leaves, the land
which seems to stretch out
beyond the piedmont.
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As their tongues touch,
she sighs and then bites
down on his lips until
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he bleeds. Since it is
the end of the decade,
a goodbye to Reagan,
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to share croppers, to
nighttime soap operas,
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she relishes his sweet
salt for that one second
before he pulls away, and
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for a moment, she relishes
how he breaks his pose,
she relishes
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his squirm.
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Where the Naughty Children Go
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Now that all the clocks
have melted, the minute
hands slouch toward
elongated sevens,
the faces twists
into a white satin dress
with laughter
as Oed’s feet slip
across an auditorium floor.
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Of course, there
is giggling, tension.
A wire coiled.
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Oed slips Cindy a book,
instead of tongue,
about that hell-hound
love told in poems
by an old drunk.
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Oedipa’s Fourth Week on Stage
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A symmetry of blue tiles swim
around a single woman, breasts hung
like egg yolks. Oedipa is bored
and counts the squares as she gyrates.
Past stale beer, a bear in Oed
waits to catch each flash of blue
wriggling upstream.
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Her world; fixed and regular like
a customer’s fresh drool. After
the light’s fade, after the liquor
license is lost, after she is bones and
Joey the bouncer is bones, squares
will swim in symmetry, extending
to the sunset. These small regularities,
Oedipa thinks, retain this world.
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Waking Up Naked in a Foreign Town