In the interest of time mothers move


stepwise and as for her a lingering in Mexico City

we lost touch some time ago, my mother reflects moodily. it is a


Monday afternoon and my world’s gone positively Popsicular


the grass was this euphoric entanglement of judgment

as I a king sat in the soft grass


And someone brought me watermelon sliced into precise little cubes


and everything felt round.

well that’s one version of it she says evenly


In some panhandle cabin the moon but a rakish visitor


stopping by for cookies. Her mother commanded her at the sink,

stop howling but she hunting for interpretive freedom


Splintered the task. Brought old light to new deeds in calling


attention to the weariness of form, a realization

which frankly undid me. And her taking a ticket to


The reeds of some unknown city where love was.


Caroline Fernelius

Caroline Fernelius is a writer from Texas. Her work has appeared in Storyscape Journal, The Decadent Review, Faultline Journal of Arts and Letters, and elsewhere. She is the recipient of an Academy of American Poets College Poetry Prize. She currently lives in Ann Arbor, where she is a doctoral candidate in English.

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