Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Tuesday poem #169 : Brynne Rebele-Henry : two poems


your mouth a red balloon plague    a strange flower
Frozen baroque, we make ice our incantation dressing room powder-nosed
Slip of a fake silk dress, cardboard soles
Sore bitten legs, you are an ice rose-covered creature
Your sewn-on faux gemstones clatter against berlin
If the world was ragweed he says


Tornado, torpedo zeppelin
Its mouth the shape of the hair forsaken
On the altar where the dog’s throat went boom
His chin a sugar
Twisted maple, railroads at night
Being a blank is inconvenient
He sold his arm for cough syrup and a magnifying glass
Back broken on the splay

Brynne Rebele-Henry’s poetry, fiction, and visual art have appeared in such journals as The Volta, Revolver, Souvenir, Pine Hills Review, Open House, Powder Keg, So to Speak, Ping Pong, The Offending Adam and other magazines, and her work is forthcoming in Adroit, Denver Quarterly, and Prairie Schooner among other publications.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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