3 poems from ‘Prey’ by Nicole Mauro
I.
A tongue–the buzzard above without sky there is no reference to reference–to be for example I–fragility “That possibility is” The sound of my head unpillowing
II.
A human slept–“of no consequence or reference” the buzzard above–in sympathy of prey I was monstrously sized wept–there is no concrete example for that bird’s offspring, in nest “That possibility is”–that possibility is
III.
Monstrously sized–fragility consequentially referenced A tongue moves a thought My prey have all been sympathized–the buzzard above wept feathers of the pillow I lie on–her offspring in nest
I.
Indiscriminate tenderness–violent is the quest On a Eurasian plant–several hundred Praying mantises–(I miniaturized) fucked–became “As though condition a cold screw I dropped into the nostrils(of origami “If only I had said” — I have no holes,
II.
Into the rain–I Bird(O lushness, O sage) Raping flowers, in the name of subjective Several hundred retinas were interrupted from enjoying their newspapers–simply because “Everyone succumbs occasionally”–Farmhands Over the Earth’s (insert finger into flap A)–into the acres sprout
III.
Succumbed–I A soft Earth Despite the freeze of polarity—the distinguishing characteristic Geomorphed clitorises out of “Why a man could split himself in a mound Everyone occasionally–Over -flowered(One smelt the Rape) In the hay. In the alfalfa.
I.
Bob gave the doll to Sue–two children, under sheets a bouquet of genitalia Sue gave the doll to Bob–alive A man, out the window “Reflecting a discrepant likeness”–by olfactory means Felt sap firm the middles
He perceived Eucalyptus like a newborn unable to
II.
Green mountains–Bob and Sue The alcohol–the alcohol of yellow loss exudes temporality begs reflection–anytime the precision of sunlight(replicas of people) Every window–“that explains everything” The same difficulties “who gave the doll to whom”–discrepancy
III.
Temporal sunlight–begging anytime a child(a doll found akimbo The same difficulties–Bob and Sue Under sheets–In green mountains Heat is the precision of sunlight like a falcon–like a falcon (a man, out the window)(the shadow of a sapling) Inside the room
Nicole Mauro was born in San Mateo, California, in 1970. Her work has appeared in Skanky Possum, Big Bridge, Jacket, and numerous other journals. She is author of the chapbook Odes (Sardines Press, 2003). She teaches writing at the University of San Francisco, and lives in the Bay Area with her husband and daughter.
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