Mind out of Time
By a green plastic porch tears slap silently into the long, dark fold in her scarf
–like thong flip flops bound to a woman with feet of tenderest balloon skin–
when she eyes a downed, frail sparrow, shivering in synthetic snow while her
base, young brethren erect a bloated, phallic, albino snowman with but three
soccer balls of varied size, two hairy tennis balls, & one puffy pink dildo that
ridicules the cold, febrile pain of the grackle with bumbling, warm vibrations.
Whinges crawl from her desolate, sexless bosom after the grackle with the
wings too scraggy and spare from the air’s cruel whorl, the gelid caress
of another erratic wind zipping in a shrill whistle past the fake, green threshold.
The sobs freeze in her veined, white throat when the boys all look
to each other & one of them says he misses the scuttles of coal & the
proud, orange carrot that made the prank more childlike, more whole.
Before she can mend her wobbly lip-line the songbird fans off plastic snowflakes
to reveal a chest gone skeletal save for the translucent, fair flesh veiling the bones.
Now she rends her kerchief for a mother sparrow bound to cover a nest of stones.
By kj
“Mind out of Time” is one of three poems to appear in Metazen this week. kj has a fine dog, named mr. bear. he loves his goldfish crackers. he has work forthcoming in yellow mama, and grey sparrow press. one day he plans on buying a lifetime supply of cashews. until then, he just wants compliments, tacky photos, and compromising info. sent to the following email: khays45@gmail.com
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