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SUMMER 2010 ISSUE


FRAGILE X PARENT
by Timothy Pilgrim

Again he paces at our bed, restless,
              but happy as each of 18 previous years,
                            now 6 feet tall, at 6 a.m. —

he needs a shave, his diaper, full.
              He roams her side, then mine,
                            gives the comforter a tug.

"Today, dentist. Dentist" he says.
              "Today. Dentist. Dentist."
                            We had been seizing pre-dawn quiet,

hoping again, just sex,
              the two of us, alone,
                            but Clonidine worn off, he is early,

not understanding chromosome weakened,
              passed down mother to son — hope diluted —
                            instead, intent on the dentist,

and, yes — "clean me, wipe,
              cereal in the deep bowl, white,
                            not the blue, the white."

Like yesterday, and the day before,
              he will wear the black pants, blue shirt,
                            with stripes, watch the same cartoons,

eat Special K again, not fully know
              "custody," "ward of state," "guardian,"
                            "emancipation," "judge," "group home" —

only care she or I awake, rise,
              turn on Scooby Doo, find clean diapers,
                            fill the deep bowl, pure white.







Art by Benjamin Norman Pierce

Art by Benjamin Norman Pierce



MAKING THE ROUNDS i
by Benjamin Norman Pierce

anger curves round to strike at resignations' angles
resignations' angles fold back from failure's certain point
failures' certain point founds the circumference that binds it
the circumference that binds it brings angers' curve to its heated home
angers' curve to its heated home meets fractal digression
fractal digression meanders elsewhere laden with anecdotes' tasks
elsewhere, laden with anecdotes' tasks gives openness to audient laughter
audient laughter gives loud twin birth to repetition and compact pith
repetition and compact pith walk out one door to different rounds
repetition walks round again to a hot and waiting home






PROPER ADJUSTMENTS
by Mary Ocher

Big blue veins
I wish they'd be any other color
but blue
But they don't care, see —
Opposing your wishes
they grow and spread and take hostage
of the body
as it opens,
and the blue veins conquer:
"We have always been
the emperors,
We have always ruled
this waste-place,
and nobody else but us."












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