11/22/2019 POETRY: MARTA BALCEWICZDISCOURSE OF THE LAST BLADE OF SENSITIVE SHY GRASS Oceans recede and Henry Darger was tracing all along. Boys are carrying banners and I am not home. If my bedroom light is burning you’re hallucinating electricity and the on-switch. Your dryer is done, go on. That’s not a claxon. Wind blows that way—alright, wind blows other way—okay BOYS
We are the four who discover Lascaux we bring lichens and mold to the dun horse and stag we turn bison to talc, choke the longest living duck. When our mothers see the clay we part our arms, like curtains at the opera when they insist, we grow antlers cut them off and let them have it: the head of a stag, branched as lightning, is the new forest, centerpiece of her dining room supper to her feast. Marta Balcewicz's poems and stories appear in Tin House Online, AGNI Online, The Malahat Review, and elsewhere. She is the fiction editor for Minola Review and lives in Toronto. Find her at www.martabalcewicz.com.
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