Thanks to the folks
over at Maudlin House
(give them a few clicks) for publishing my strange piece "Misplaced
Bodies." I wrote it for a contest it didn’t win, but after a few revisions
I found it a home. Read it here or click over and give them some love there.
Misplaced
Bodies
1
Mitchel examined the road, the
coins embedded within. He wanted them, thought their asphalt grave a waste.
Between cars he pried at them
with a flat headed screw driver. Three second spurts that created spurts of
blood from his skin, spotting the road from scrapped knees.
Honks from horns, before a final
ill-timed jaunt.
2
At first Kate detested the waxy
skin. Back then she’d harbored a fear of death the contagion, thinking that
touching lifeless flesh would alter hers by eliminate lipids and thinning the
membrane. After months, she forgot, dropping her gloves and endeavoring to give
the right ones, a soft forehead’s kiss of remembrance.
3
Under a microscope, sand is neither
white nor grey, but a kaleidoscope of shell bits. Conch here, scallop there dotted
with rocky quartz. On certain beaches, the sand is coarse, brittle, the sand of
leftovers, death. Here a close up yields other fragments: incinerated bone basking
in the ocean waves, soot of kidney settling in the salt. Each visage littering
the oil covered forms of sunbathing teens.
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