Wednesday, May 22, 2013

writing exercise

Another writing exercise courtesy Rachel McKibbens. This is just an off-the-cuff draft of a thing. The exercise is here: exercise94


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You left, you left, you always left
We should’ve matched our kerchiefs, stayed in the sun
A bird with whitegold wings, wishboned beak

The lies came like sharp wind, lungs unready.
Back turns with pinwheeled arms, audible no.
Cake pan of the universe, a rise in forgiveness.

An imagined violence, telephone to bridges—
I should’ve kept right on kissing you.
Turned to stone on pause in street, a plot, line disappearing in grass.

The bags were packed and dragged west.
These roots grasp like ghost limbs—I should’ve stayed.
A veil involved, we twin our ink—your muse married handgun, grew a beard.

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