White Trash Hotel by Mainon A Schwartzthe fan is nothing but background noise like your voice, gravel that grates upon delicate ears. you were an impression left too long on unwashed bedsheets.
the maid forgot to come again, and an air of stale memories has settled like a layer of dust on the mirror.
i inscribe your name on my stomach, with the fragments of your leftover presence. i had washed you out, i had extracted your nails and rinsed with bleach but still, your stench remained, holding on with lies and rhapsody.
sometimes pain refuses to die a respectful death. bittersweet frissons of yesteryear have molded themselves to the rafters, stretching like cobwebs from one corner to the other-- invisible traps for unsuspecting swathes of skin wrapped in swaddling clothes.
i had unearthed you; dug you out with pens and needles. the dirt had been brushed away (i always took great pains with you...). but still, you clung, as though to mock the ineffectiveness of my attempts to clean the pleadings under my fingernails. my keys no longer fit the same doors, my sheets grace different beds in different rooms, but there's a scent that haunts the pillowcases. i lie
awake, unable to escape from the demons. my eyes are buttoned down, they unravel one by one. breathing is a constant siege, each rise and fall marking one more decade that you've still breached. i plucked you from my womb
and dangled you the way a curious child holds an insect by the wings, at arm's length. your legs flailed so that you seemed helpless, but i could not have known that your eyes carried a poison impossible to eradicate. 10/26/2003 Author's Note:
Another burst of intricate cooperation between the brilliant Rachelle Howe and the humbled yours truly.
Posted on 10/26/2003 Copyright © 2024 Mainon A Schwartz
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Posted by Kitty Ness on 01/03/04 at 10:54 AM It is great- a strange inspection of something and dark and muddy. |
Posted by Melinda Sordino on 01/05/04 at 05:44 AM beautiful...i really am in awe of this... |
Posted by Lauren Singer on 09/07/05 at 08:23 PM this is really beautiful. like watching cinemetography unfold. |
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