Brooklyn Copeland (Carmel, Indiana, USA): Two fragments from Kerosene Series
Behind Washington the alley,
the rusted tracks.
Once, I disappeared for an afternoon.
I came back
with resin under my fingernails.
My Mother didn't know if she should be angry.
I could only tell her
that it'd been bleeding from a tree.
I didn't know the word resin.
Neither did she.
....................................................
Unblemished flesh wasted
on the modest
(parse, mince, parse, mince)
Molest: The way you sing
an alphabet
The page's sincerest commands
sound us out; don't be scared
en plein four
en plein air
(ended up
I married
a man
allergic to orchids)
c. Brooklyn Copeland 2009
the rusted tracks.
Once, I disappeared for an afternoon.
I came back
with resin under my fingernails.
My Mother didn't know if she should be angry.
I could only tell her
that it'd been bleeding from a tree.
I didn't know the word resin.
Neither did she.
....................................................
Unblemished flesh wasted
on the modest
(parse, mince, parse, mince)
Molest: The way you sing
an alphabet
The page's sincerest commands
sound us out; don't be scared
en plein four
en plein air
(ended up
I married
a man
allergic to orchids)
c. Brooklyn Copeland 2009
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