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.Is a poet stuck in the heart of suburban new jersey she attempts to distract herself from this fact by listening to as much non-radio music as possible, reading avant-garde poetry, & going to N.Y as much as possible for a student who tutors for a living & has a limited income She has been published in The Columbia Poetry Review, Stirring: A Literary Collection, Four Walls, and has work forthcoming in Moria She is currently assisting author/poet/editor extraordinare John High in editing his selected poems for Talisman House She is also working on the final edit of her own manuscript which she hopes to publish in the near future.
The following work is Copyright © 2000, and owned by Kathleen Savino and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsover without written permission from the author.
pinker furls dilated,
as a mouth.
salt & other snails
her spine’s too wet for that, and I am a mollusk, really Looking like a tongue
and all, having no throat or pearl Pressing my thighs to a whole jelly jar
the zygote strung, licked as a
stamp It’s not mine, and it has hair.
unicorns, slugged with bodies,
Heat on the belly is it foolish?
to touch the spiral at my mouth,
as a buttonholed ophelia
(her dress spines open,
not a glitter )
took its clay a pawing
that croaks salt
scars passed in prayer
& all my torso, given
as printless meat,
garnet skins seeding
their paper immolates
my thigh, always
I suck the break of membranes
put a tongue to meditation,
as an animal
Bring out the din no light in these rest rooms
they’re serving breakfast
(i.e if the toilet seat’s cleaner
than your kitchen table
lets fuck there instead )
isn’t boneless meat an oxymoron?
You’re eating veal I fed milk to
by watching her eyes,
their white I’m chewing pistachios
clicking open mouths-
their skin like tissue paper
about a naked,
My name is Andy Baron and I am 23 years old I live in Houston, Texas I live at home With my dad I am a loser Currently I work as a manager at a small art house We show mainly independent and foreign films I attend the University of Houston Sometimes I didn’t today My alarm is very soft I study creative writing I am silly.
The following work is Copyright © 2000, and owned by Andy Baron and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsover without written permission from the author.
(poem written during a lecture on Arthurian Romances)
My lover wants to relax her tits
on my British Literature notes and
I have to tell her that Chrétien does not
approve of “amor courtios” in the
presence of a middle-aged king in crisis
so desperate he named his cock,
I think I might be on the verge of love
because I smiled at Mannequin Flesh today I never do that!
She had acne and eyes screaming in
such a kaleidoscope of blue-
only she and Picasso could have pulled it off.
Her breasts dangle within a pine green blouse
like so many ornaments hanging on so many
so much so that I am certain if you were to
tilt her over and reveal her soul-
it would be infested with wrapped boxes,
origami angels, and the warmth of the son of