This round of poems is based on this photo.
the group of animals
by Adam
carla is sorting her things
she is the center of the animals’ attention
drawing the animals to each of her things
save this or appreciate it now
rooting as though finding
a place intolerance
determine if this belongs
out with it if you have it
shelter the refuse
that it may find a host
who can boast the most roast
or collect rejection
moreover until next time
same time next week right here
to the thrilling conclusion
counting down
playing along with
a suspenseful season
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Monadnock
by Carla
foursquare plasticity grazing on cellophane squares
Eyes swing down on lever, lower to the level of resistance
Pudding watchings silently bubbling
comfort bears dancing
gently padding floor
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Friday Nite in the Recent Past
by Erika
The woman was on all fours –
in some kitchen in some house in a town somewhere.
Anyway she was on all fours. Who can say why?
Like a second table, lower than the first,
she was planted there.
Others were around, near the sauces and the salts,
some paying attention and some not,
all of their elbows bent.
Pour the Chimay into the mug –
or for Heaven’s sake, do something.
Don’t just stare at her like that.
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The Lamp is Behind the Girl
by Stephanie
For what crumb
does she slither
on black & white checkered linoleum?
For what worry
does the other girl cover her mouth,
the other coolly look down?
For whose sake
do the brown bottle
and the black & white coffee cup
rest on the table, sinners?
A man stands with his back to it.
This kitchen is lit with it.
These glass fronted cabinets are filled with it.
What. What light?
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Pet of the future
by Evelyn
They have a pet there that is like a woman.
I do not think that’s why they have many friends
who come over often. There is something else
to cram into this unrelenting vacant description:
there is also cake, pieces of nuts in the world,
pockets of turned-over phrases where small enclaves
are positioned in neat rows. “Adam will be sorting
on the counter & Carla will need to be crawling
toward him” and whoever said that was in the other
room where the future could be looked at because
of time travel. Nobody invites anybody to the future,
they just show up in purple flowered skirts.
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