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Man vs. Skull

Man vs. Fountain




































Man vs. Skull

 

The sighs I must one day give to my skull will come like colorless flowers, cheat codes, my young body buried below birds. The streets have learned to eat themselves to stay alive. There’s nowhere to walk now. Everything is a letter I might have written you, scrawled in chicken scratch across the horizon. Or maybe a car that only vaguely looks like yours, passing by me on my way to work, no one inside it.

 

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Man vs. Fountain

 

Of the red liquid in my fingers where I have lain out naked I have nothing to say. Paul Celan has become a fountain. He pours blonde birds from his mouth that peck each other to death. If not that, they build their own cages to soon peck each other to death. Neruda is the same as he was before. He reaches inside his fat stomach and pulls out flowers to pass to the skeletons of women. He says: if you still had hair I would wind myself in it like a tarantula, wind it round my neck till it was the only thing that held me between the air and the light. The skeletons stick the stems through their ribs like knives and arrows. The flowers in their bellies make them look like cherry blossom trees, petals floating from them as they walk away.

 

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COREY ZELLER's work has appeared in The Kenyon Review, The Literary Review, Caketrain, Keyhole, PANK, Hobart, and others. He has pieces scheduled to appear in DIAGRAM, Mid-American Review, Puerto del Sol, Redivider, MAKE: A Chicago Literary Magazine, and an anthology Saul Williams is putting together for MTV Books. His book Man vs. Sky is forthcoming from YesYes Books in February 2013. He serves as an associate editor at Mud Luscious Press.


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