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i envision my mother as a child conversing with by eric cline

6/25/2016

 
I ENVISION MY MOTHER AS A CHILD CONVERSING WITH

god. words for
music when she
peers into the
sky with three
hollow sockets
for eyes. some
place over the
edge of vision
a piano plays.

her father’s face is
covered by spools of
polyester clouds and
his words sound like
the hollow hum which
is only heard as one
crafts a still-life,
the pear next to the
orange next to three
apples, each of them
more rotted than the
one drawn beside it.
 
the mask gives
form to air. i
feel my throat
knot as i open
my mouth. next
to the mask, a
doll takes the
place of every
thing that was
not yet there.
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Eric Cline is a poet currently residing in Dumfries, Virginia. He serves as a staff writer for Yellow Chair Review and his poems can be found or are forthcoming in Crab Fat Magazine, Vagabond City, Sequestrum, After the Pause, Clockwise Cat, and elsewhere.
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