Mary Kasimor
Mary Kasimor has been writing poetry for many years and is still looking for her voice. Her recent poetry collections are The Landfill Dancers (BlazeVox Books 2014), Saint Pink (Moria Books 2015), The Prometheus Collage (Locofo Press 2017), and Nature Store (Dancing Girl Press 2017). Her poetry has been published in many journals, including Word For/Word, Touch the Donkey, Posit, Human Repair Kit, Arteidolia (collaboration with Susan Lewis), and Otoliths.
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in love
my Mouth STumbled
OUT in love
mumbled Out
the CIGarette
tasted Good
after a long evening ’S si
lence
i wanted The fire
out
OF thunder
from darkNESS
burned into the first Era of O-ceans
i wanted the wooden
wrought IRon
the HEAViness of water
i wanted The PAIN
of a distracted Sound
stitched
blood chemicals and BLeach
the energy of trans parent
lig hting
and NY lon faces and ELbows
you float EMpty armed
oceans o pen TO the sounD
as repetition and SPEcTacle
a ParaDe of nerves
and REAsons sitting
in bodies in l ove
thinkING
we are only CHairs and shadow s
AND clothes hangers hung Out to dry
while the old Woman re-Visits
herself for a second
o pinion in the AIR
her voice s Chose
holding the PHYsics
of circles
TO touch time quickly Away
after separating from practice
AFTER the children Are lost
in the machines
we are pa
gans with our finest Voices
after turning of f
the television (and leavin g)
i was left behind
in five different places
eating oa tm eal
gum my bears
the blue pill gathers
its sleep toge ther
in the mornings
gathe red emergencies
ambiguity ’s in the machines
its rusted grinder bled over
all the stitching
and layers of th e rest
of us
worn ou tside our
lifesty les dan cing
to universal blindness
with out health insurance
check the dum psters
stopping the eb b of sacrifice
as shel fish little beans
we border ourselves
over th ere
over her e we retain
our id entities startling
the words that c ame
and wen t
with pricy subtraction
and pom posity like a rose
a f lower
a starf ish
outside of myself
when the room was re-decorated
the old walls flung out
of the window
the voices are screwdrivers
ending life and electricity
prim and contained
chew your food slowly
mouth closed and crossed
(do not gossip)
the two voices hear themselves
and leave the room
i listen to the death
of a spider
with all the webs of spain
the natural beauty left the land
it repeats itself
(new babies)
being born repeats itself
without words tone celebrates
sound let’s hear her
strategy leaves
and is without a plan
i walk without direction
with an old tradition of mouths
touching air
i was supposed to be
something
imagined strength
while i sit on the outside of myself
edge of cognition
indoor skydiving into /an envelope
i have left myself for you /on blank
pieces of paper repeating my/selve/s
repeating i am a grass/hopper leaping
taking the earth /away what shadows
they are /encrypted in this remote
control /water a sip here and there
we dance around the dry fountain
/we haven’t designed ourselves well
if i scream /you will take out my heart
rub it in salt /my pickled heart /my words
on repeat control /how many pounds
of flesh? /chewing ourselves up
the layers of humiliation where we
are /high for another day smelling
ourselves the industrialized smell /of
who they are following /our illness
coming to the edge of re/cognition
to what i might be in the final rows
planted seeds /the crows with their tiny
fingers /wait to be eaten i am alloy
metallic hissing i am described without
entrance /or exit where the poetry
plays with children
Mary Kasimor has been writing poetry for many years and is still looking for her voice. Her recent poetry collections are The Landfill Dancers (BlazeVox Books 2014), Saint Pink (Moria Books 2015), The Prometheus Collage (Locofo Press 2017), and Nature Store (Dancing Girl Press 2017). Her poetry has been published in many journals, including Word For/Word, Touch the Donkey, Posit, Human Repair Kit, Arteidolia (collaboration with Susan Lewis), and Otoliths.