Stephanie Anderson

 

LETTER FROM INSOMNIACS

AN ARRANGEMENT OF VERTEBRAE

BARNSHACK, OR, WOODEN BALLOON: A PARING OF MISS DORAÕS CHRONOGRAPHY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LETTER FROM INSOMNIACS

You are not an isosceles outline.
Not outline an a-flat or a both.
You are always flat not how fields.
You field sometimes a spinal pivot.
Are a pivot to a twisting cress.
You cress gear and no buff.
You are perhaps to jasper-wired gear.
Cast you jasper in silverette.
You silvers are skailing.
Are skailing on-occasion dram.
Occasioned yet seldom unfortify.
Yet his itching grew delineable.
Your hands are aging well.  


  


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AN ARRANGEMENT OF VERTEBRAE

 

And then they started ripping.  They stared

at the stumps as they did, working the rails.

 

They liked their milk they said staring,

powdered.  They said Old Rose, Old

 

Rosie as they ripped slowly scorning.  The jobbers

saying against felicitous fire, no such, saying

 

maybe Maggie on the upgrade, staring at acreage

of stumps, so far, so far.  The lumber satisfaction

 

of the unwanted acreage, besides, Old

Maggie sent on the saw.  No such, they said,

 

not tanbark or charcoal for stubs now, so far

from felicitous fire.  But for the log slide, they

 

said, but for the log pond.  They did not rip

in cut time; they scorned pace, saying almost

 

completed, saying timber takes mill and we are

jobbers, we like milk powdered at the camps

 

with Old Rosie Old Maggie bringing the kegs

Saturdays, they said, all year by rail not common

 

time, they said, as they ripped the rails up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BARNSHACK, OR, WOODEN BALLOON: A PARING OF MISS DORAÕS CHRONOGRAPHY

 

 

I.     As the Pupil in a Black Eye

 

Obscures junkheap,

junked, she crouched / dismembered

                                                    the bicycle

and found moon-

            shine and beef heart

beneath all that wheel and gear.

 

                        Mark singular / lateral.

 

She flung through subway junction

            where she dropped the darts,

wool pressed against boulder

and the elk returned

                                    to elk / rock.

 

She kicks the muddy slate that does not mend the floor.

 

 

II.   Wearing a White Wideawake

 

She leaps over the Kinzua Dam

She ghosts in the strip-mines

 

Wants to stop the contour-

Crushing when surfaced

 

Stars smear into swaggaz

Who call shotgun in the hoopie

 

This is the era of glacier hustle

The accumulation zones over-

 

Looked water bird flocks

And a barrel of stone pits

 

The lease prohibits neighbors

The atmosphere meanders

 

 

III.  The Understory Is Not Frozen and Contains

 

Elderberry / Beech / Hay Lift / Ground Fern / Spore /

Young Maple Hemlock Apple / Break Dance / No Oak /

Salt Lick / Free Free / Buck Rub / Colt 45 / Ox Shoe /

Blackberry / Cracked Sight

 

 

IV.  Before Carving Out Bootjack

 

She hitched a tongue truck wheel in front

                                                                    for the horse's necks,

zerk fittings provided

            for major wear points.

 

She had her eye

                          on selium.  Almost

all vetches are indicator plants

and symptoms include rings

 

                                                below the coronary band

                                                or hoof slough.  All clean

 

as a hound's tooth with lots

of bone, her string of broke.

 

                        She tied up docked tails

            and thinned, trimmed long tails

                        with a pocket knife.

 

She didn't tolerate waller;

                                          shaped barstock

while watching for paddling or winging.

                                                            The leg acts as a pendulum

                        and her horses weren't toed in.

 

They pulled the tidewater ice;

the soil stripped and granular.

 

 

V.   Two Pearls on a Table of Ebony

 

Are her two viselike fists.

 

She is equipped with an ordinary land side.

 

She sweeps salt brush from the citied streets.

 

Other structors made run off.