Tuesday, May 31, 2011
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Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco has offered another of her gems to the hunt--stuffing it in a blue egg and placing it inside the Merced Mall. Avid egg-hunter James Collins went after it, only to find that a little girl had found it a moment before.
The Middle of Me and What Lodges There
When the shine is stripped away,
I’m rough and wrong,
wanting comfort from faultlines.
The box of lies
kept in a box by my bed,
the backs of each pretty
pictures they hide behind.
This one’s a bird,
this one a song. It weaves between
my mean places, making me
not all bad, not all need.
I’m song and bird, star and varnish,
soap bubbles in a child’s eyes—
I’m all this, and the ensuing break.
I’m not all bad,
and I’m not all please.
My heart’s full of bird chatter—full of gift
and fears. My heart’s a jar of stars,
hoarding light, making night shadows.
My heart’s stuffed with soap and breathe.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
The Homemade Piñata
I toppled--always too soon,
a hollow thud where the heart had been held.
A vital organ carted away, accidentally
mixed in with the recycling. I tried
fashioning myself a new
heart from old newspapers, a hole-punch,
and yarn scraps, wore it dangling
around my neck with a macramé chain
(knotted from a ball of twine
my mother left behind).
And there it was, waiting and obvious,
saying, "Here is the news:
She's ready." Must've looked so clumsy,
bicycle-commuting with that floppy
necklace batting back and forth.
What a dope. So I hung it on my wall--
pretended it was only art. On some random
visit, he admired the heart and I waved it off,
saying, "Oh, I'm through with it."
And then, unhooking it from above its place,
held it in my open palms, and, moving toward him, said,
"Why, do you want it?"