Aught, no. 14 (2005)


Jenna Cardinale

Chicago Review 48, 2/3

The window examining— The sky
hesitantly opens the cloud—

Blooming as always— Tiny
fists from milk—

Be this blue— Clouds are
my next—

 

Beacon Street Review 13, 2

The photo beaming— Women,
glossy diagrams— The chest
a futile show—

A cold cheek
listening— Smiles through
too much—

 

Collision 2, 2

Late on lovely— The hospital
remembering— A continent
behind— The concrete
we tried to be—

 

Pool 1

If she's lucky she'll come— You'll recognize
her when she comes— The whole picture
comes, a robot for the moment—

Full of falling, I admit
I am failing that experience
of standing— Dizzy spells

get better— When did our bed
stop being lit like a museum—
Some mistake gated— Too bad I'm not—

 


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