Cassie Eddington, originally from Provo, Utah, now resides in Fort Collins, Colorado where she is pursuing an MFA in poetry at Colorado State University and also teaches freshman composition. She is currently helping out at Delete Press. Recent poetry can be found at Otoliths.
hairfresh nightbath when I
heavy knocking ocean sound
porpoise I imagine slow
waking flossy and pining-still in dream’s corners:
building, a T-rex, forgotten
sweater, a made-friend damp
rooms in hidden
the elver in the river
many headdresses but which to put on?
such a vague loving what bright room to like window view new
you must make or do without
my this new view
bright rooms my liking
myth is new view
right booms my liking
forsythia said to
remember the sound of family :
tall yellow strands against mute
see where the garden lies
he was all mood moving about when waking but girls
had been taught. she didn’t let a mood in, meaning the emotions
of women are kept in drawers, proper.
they were given these.
did you read the one about the orphans? / let’s play orphans.
destiny translates into immobility.
I don’t know how.
So don’t ask how pain
deteriorate, their frames
falling-in on themselves
or backwards, depending.
Destiny is ugly but it is.
the new mattress propped on its side in the middle room
Fill can be very deceptive.
normally speaking with lids
nearly shut he
don’t you see they’re not looking at us?
afraid to live among artists
wished smaller handwriting
a careful mark to see-saw my mouth
thought to dig would result in something new
but all things grow in dirt, all words come from
other Pretty Space, do I disturb?
to mark in pen?
hard, to let the story go.