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| ***BIO*** Stacy Lynn Mar is a twenty-something poet, who also occasionally dabbles in collage art and short fiction. Stacy has been published in various e-zines, some including The Beat, All Things Girl and Mastodon Dentist. She is also editor of the literary e-zine, Cafe Muse Quarterly. She has one book in print, Anonymous Confessions, and is expecting the release of her second book, Deeper Than Pink, in Summer '09. You can contact Stacy or learn more about her at www.stacylynnmar.com. |
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| The Adversary |
| by Stacy Lynn Mar |
| I like my life most when at 5 a.m.
Moon beams unfold her fingers, Face pressed against shoulder, Hands swimming thighs, Where last night our love laid. Now twelve noon, the sun hangs A picture out my window, He is lost to me, a side-walk assembly Of business man in that big world, All democratic against communist, Paperwork pushing the BIC pin. Inside the security of bland walls, Ideas are white-washed Against the assassin of my coffee cup, Poetically scorned, my non-typing fingers Assemble notebooks, pens, The gray matter of idealism. Some stranger at the restaurant Asked me the other day, Over a tray of fast-food franchised filth, The fat of his chin jingling each Red-necked word, such blasphemy, Had I ever read William Butler Yeats. Yes sir, after I was introduced to Plath, Distraught by the death of her dad, The rotting phosphorous orb of organic femininity Fixed against the man-made-tomb of house on rock, I found rather a comfort in the cyclical babble Of religious reformation, The nonliberation of the feminist occult, Bonnets burning, and missionaries bearing the cross. |
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| July 2009 |
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