got up to play in the partable
terrible vision. I don't think I can fall asleep
if the door is opens, do you? Finally,
we bridge to word it, ticking off our
by sly, backs up against
the all, a rational awe keeling. A thirst
bell sounded in the distress, we
scat dawn on the then monstrous. Verily
showy, the harness gives say. I'm
out to get flume flesh bare,
a furl to quiver me a good lushing,
swarm, flare a now starry.
We spent all our time on the lark.
each other closed, promising
we'd be open. I wanted to know
what's this business. I very badly wanted
home. My desires have never been
up to scratch. Yet, I went to itch
religiously. I wore my best address spun
out of control. Nothing worked.
a week. Exhausting.
Soundlessly. It filled with interior
dialogue. I couldn't hear the thing.
it out to the field. We let it ago.
chose the Arm ye!
Someone chose the Knave? Ye!
Someone chose the Mar eons!
Be awful you can believe.
chose the Men is! Stare ye!
to be a maim of the claw,
to give a mar and veil us Sir! Man!
to assure the succoring of the notion.
chose a mort gauged, a morish gagging, a marting haze
to pay and play for a thirst borne, first born buoy & a darling
& a colonial call of only white How is? with tall pilled
hours, in a nice
dull vision Sir! sounded by a nor rest--he's gone all the way,
stocks & shares, barreling toward the burning to world the furniture.
Peppermint's manuscript, Guess Can Gallop, was selected
as a winner of the 2003 New Issues Poetry Prize by Brenda Hillman. Her
poetry has appeared or is due out in Castagraf, HOW2, 3rd
bed, Skein and Slope. She serves as an assistant editor
on Verse, works as an editorial assistant at The Georgia Review,
and has reviews forthcoming in both journals. Her reviews have also appeared
in Salt Hill and Electonic
Poetry Review. A founding and acting editor of Parakeet,
a journal of innovative writings to be released in spring 2004, she lives
in Athens, Georgia.