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| ***BIO*** Andrea DeAngelis’ writing has appeared in Hit and Run Magazine, Mad Swirl and Gloom Cupboard and is forthcoming in Word Riot and Flutter Poetry Journal. She is currently engaged in a long and thorny entanglement with her first novel. Andrea also sings and plays guitar in an indie rock band called MAKAR (www.myspace.com/makar) which is in the throes of recording their second album, Funeral Genius. |
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| Slammed Drunk |
| by Andrea DeAngelis |
| In the end it turned out to be a slammed drunk
she chose a man who upstaged his own hand with tarot card tenacity, he selected the fortune most likely and decided to die right into it he followed Bukowski but none of his poetry She made dolls out of withered newspaper they were so old the ink had gone bad they chewed smiles that could cripple you And her roommate and his hordes did coke on the kitchen table while she was mindlessly asleep in her wonderglass room thinking nothing was wrong with her life when the corners were squared tight Cockroaches swarmed the idle stovetop the restaurant below always threw their refuse out back piling stench, their mail strewn on the stairs when paying bills was unimportant he made sure to take the money he needed from her open purse and stammering face But everything was wrong especially when he crossed people off her guest list and said her boyfriend could only come by if he kept his mouth shuttered He didn’t and left she drank so much steamed milk she curdled her own breath until she became a ghost until he threw her out the window along with her obsessions She broke on Saturday while everyone was watching. |
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| July 2009 |
| 122 |