4, From Catalogue of Utilities

4, From Catalogue of Utilities

by Laressa Dickey

If then, you are to believe this—You must also count the wind inside scorn. For if by the way you stand, huskily, over the bodies. Shrink, if you need to, the liver-fastening pill of your madness. If you mean impossible, think of the mountain. You love it but mimic its inertia. Body edible, not spirit. Where someone stares, it’s only to fix the memory of sun tinting off teapot in their high street house. Dangerous body, danger in bending. The soul, goes wherever. Where do you, plain sight. Take Bangladesh, whom you offended and come into this world, civility.

– refers to “She longs to get / into her truck and shoot across state lines” from Faithless Husband by Liz Dolan

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