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ANNE HEIDE |
Fable of Ease
Keep us full
of this north direction.
There is a story
here: you glanced away too quickly.
Your father is
an unexpected family.
He makes a strong case
for eating from your kitchen
sink.
Keep him full of fruit
and he'll wander asleep.
There is your event
all yours and
his fogged eyes.
Fable of Sailing
Or stop your tugging
at her back.
Then you say "pale"
and she turns closer
her twin from the window
quicker gust, eye up
and she was only leaving
this tripled house
anyway
for the sweeter one
across the lake.
Fable of Eyelids
Look: where he
said
Let's go out to the small nest
and hunt.
He's excited
and oily.
There have long been too many birds
in your house
making trouble.
You open his cloudy hair
they fly up from it.
This will be soil
and you'll come home
with many eggs.
Fable of Chalk
Your broad back
is all white
in the middle
paralysis.
Outside your clothes
are hanging, stained
not on you.
Before you were
grey and then
your wife came
in with bleach
to soothe you.
You were stabled
kicking up dust
flipping onto
your back.
So she would see
you that way
cratered and immobile.
And you want to
fade into yourself.
Fable of Emergency
You wanted an empty chair
and have one
now:
more rain, no chair
more rain, and hollow.
You've made enough noise
but you're similar. Devoured her
flat spine and all. You wanted a
fuller platter and have one
but her hair
gets in the way.
This was something she
should have told you: she
expired don't
keep her around
by the window
more window,
more girl
more window, more food.
Keep it this way, sharp fingers
you wanted a home and have one
but your arms are too short
for holding.
Fable of Organs
Your mother
paper hair
stuffed nose
is tangled on the floor,
she has fallen from
the ceiling, she is made
like a pin
transparent and lost
always.
She wonders why she's possible
and your throat.
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