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| ***BIO*** Rebecca Schumejda: I was born and raised on Long Island. I moved around, but ended up back in New York, this time landlocked, my view mountains instead of waves. My poetry has appeared here and there over the years. In 2001, Green Bean Press published my chapbook The Tear Duct of The Storm. Most recently my work has been published by: Lunatic Chameleon, remark., Spent Meat and Underground Voices. Additionally, my work will appear in an upcoming issue of Wordriot. More information can be found at www.rebeccaschumejda.com |
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| he'll buy a package of corn-dogs
a bottle of ketchup, seven boxes of macaroni and cheese a newspaper. A spider weaves a hammock across a trophy he won in a third grade spelling-bee. A fly buzzing around the room crashes into the blinds over and over again; he chuckles, life melts like ice cubes he chews to forget hunger. He wants to be cremated no obituary notice, no flowers no grave marker, just ashes tossed indiscriminately into the wind. After the days' second AA meeting, he assures himself that good times are waiting between the serenity prayer and the horizon, so he keeps walking past gas stations, laundry mats, parked patrol cars back and forth across the same bridge six times as the sky turns dusty feet sore. Back at home, he waits for the spider to notice the fly, twisted in the web. For a brief second, he considers running his fingers through the web to sever the fly from its fate but he knows better than to prolong the struggle, instead he walks to the window, peeks out through the blinds to count the cars that pass by. He considers the icicles clinging to steering wheels, hopeful fingers starved and searching for direction. |
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| Aug. 2006 |
| 66 |