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Serena McArter recently moved from Calgary to Toronto. She blogs at Sternum Might (sternum.blogspot.com).

I changed the title 4 times (revised standard edition)


{before morning, afternoon, before evening}
ranchman hands barnyards red, in the shadebright: shadows scale toward the homestead. shadeCasual not the leastbit casual (hey, this sweater's sleeves are long enough) I pretend: And how I thought I thought so rightly (s'cough). so absolutely now I despise the absolute; and the unknown possibilities of uncertainties that playdoh is (yeah) moldable and cookie cuttered into misshapes that make me laugh. colours hold magic misgivings, magic wands with no powers at all. I see replicas and how my backbone cringes in my own reflection. my past irony wrought fence and searching clarity of the latch metal. cannot be sought; turquoise limericks, undescribable purple timelines; rested rumbling feet; (and now an obligatory rhyme...) 6 snooze hits for my new lamb lamb sheet. [and now, morning]
contrived must be avoided, though planned (though I don't like poems), though 7 hours prior could be equated with 7 hours after; the screaming taste of morning toothpaste; the friendly crunch of nutty bread toast; the scrambling height of striped striped coffee; the miniscule smile of coated running over the crosswalk, running more, ought. (Duke? Duke Ellington, goodday) Intentional misspellings, international deep well dwelling.
places

{this is afternoon} godly contentment anxieties me a little. a little shipshape. yikes and prayer prayer prayer. music. stop. prayer; oh my. read like liquorice bends tight with candy glue taunting my neck brace hard. licorice dropped dead into the snowbank. white else on the field but sharp 15cm red line, straight down.. it'll melt it all down. coals on the steeple top
eek. vigor. vim. lots of Vim for the tub. scrub down the carpets. Rash. penchant for PEN then a couple chapters. lost my (what.what) Bookmark..memorize. rememborize 143. 1 plus 3 is, uh, 4, then 3. good. done
[nope. guess what: night] comes quickly 3:37 sun dashing the printer. 5:07 dark dark. leap start car.. listen. then play play.diaphragm. use the diaphram; Violin. I need lots of those perched on the fence points soon. fermented mandarins linked snug around my neck. flapjacks sewn into my bedspread. right. sleep sigh. I vanish. coax. horses (I don't even like horses) like their flight, their mass running mad. There they are.

 

 
 

time for


"hi" said, whispered, near a Bank of Elevators. They. me. are afraid of

weirdest one. comfortable lung

time for the right things, like a hard rock song. said loud, said proud.
down in chair bottoms, caught with lawn clippings, spider lozenges, woven tight, woven long in a bushel from rooibos town
we laughed over Live, and Pearl Jam mellowdrama renditions; Silverchair, Matchbox20, Bush X -- sending terrible mixes to our friends, 4. laughter in the bed pegs, in our belly kegs

time for "we don't own a t.v." but there is always the easier to do. the candy eating, the guilt-seeking. taken in boot fleeces, convex sheep cheeses

dime dabble. negative times. minus sign infront of a pencil transfer of this dime. I fill up my coats, take them down to the selling-shop. How much will you pay me to turn this mop about? scrubbing up with a peg-leg mop-cloth, breaking ground with an ice-cream drop cloth

I'm lost. I'm a cheese cloth, unpainted. dusting-up after Years. buttons too big for these button-holes. why must (I have) sacrificed these button holes?
like new wine into old skins. like hot dishwasher glass in a cold water bath.
rubber gloves: you've saved my knuckles. household old: you'll push down my buoyancy. lungs gone clean under.