Carrie-Sinclair Katz
from  MEANWHILE (A MOVEMENT MISSIVE SERIES)
[epistolary]

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Fairhazel Gardens,


I am under the chair. See half a monarch wing in the dustbin. Backyard vixen squalled all night to her cubs. No need to look outside, but I did. Red apple with a broken neck. Every word is an unnecessary stain. Take back your eyes. Remove an ant from your arm without snuff. I am under the phone book which is under the wheel. I’m in an earth, call-less.


Swift,

Dutch Flat





Creature,


This isn’t to be marked for errors. After last night, please. I think Kansas is a fresh deep misery and much more pretty than I once thought. There’s the severity, but. I enjoyed our travels. I’m buying you a book. Remember crossing Mad River? Wyoming? Nothing’s like with you.


Hither,

Yours





Lover,


The smallest slants keep happening today. All day. It’s the loosening of eye teeth. Tastes intrude like how the classical can weave it. The moment more real. Snap of your head when you thought you heard something move in the foyer. Here, drawing shutters, nearing midnight, simultaneously you’re there, the morning train towards sea, sitting backwards. Newsprint on your teacup.


Liver,

Even





Curiousier,


Caught in the Gunnersbury train. Stack yourself against the window. Your voice rides the length of me. Two eyes serve a movement. Would empty veins for. Greyish bruise above the pisiform. It’s not your memory, it’s you. Bloody coming up.


Halt





Meanwhile,


Here I am in domestic bliss and blister. Sleep spurs tangles. I took a pair of perfectly, but they were yours. She threatened suicide the evenings I did not. It’s already inside you, and submission. Collections I hope to keep discretely. This year’s little sense. Your commentary: A twinned sigh across the airshaft. Dry crackle the blues. Soft metal. Buckled love.


Mine







Eight of Carrie-Sinclair Katz's plays have been produced in London (at the Chelsea and Latchmere Theatre/Theatre 503), and her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in the Big Ugly Review, Comfusion Magazine, horseless review, Lodestar Quarterly, Fourteen Hills, Goetry, Transfer, Wild Strawberries, and others.



pasteboard notes

»  No need to look outside, but I did.

»  Every word is an unnecessary stain.

»  After last night, please.

»  Snap of your head when you thought you heard something move in the foyer.

»  It’s not your memory, it’s you. Bloody coming up. / Halt

»  Meanwhile, / Here I am in domestic bliss and blister.



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