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| ***BIO*** Susan Slaviero lives and writes in a random place just south of Chicago.
Her poetry has appeared in Wicked Alice, Sein und Werden, Lamination Colony, and other places both online and in the archaic medium of actual paper. She co-edits the online lit zine blossombones |
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| by Susan Slaviero |
| A muskmill, this room that rents
for sixteen dollars an hour with its ghosts of slap-lip, torn slip, the bulletsnick of a zipper. Only bonepocket, whiskey stagger, a bruised leg keep her from slipping digitalis in his drink. Pout. Click. And he knows a woman worn on the wrist like a wire hanger can be sweet-centered- blackberry jam and loose custard in a warm spoon. Pull focus: kohl eyelids, glossy tongue, her thumbpressed spine. Shell-pink panties draped on the dusty lampshade- Subject: that dark blade pressed to her exquisite clavicle. Object: the bluish skin of a woman shaved, a skinless pineapple, photoflat and pixilated in a red merry widow. Exhale if you want. It's your dollar, your fist. |
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| Mar. 2008 |
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