Fat Heart

Be specific.

I’m writing a paper on Robert Creeley.
I don’t know what man you are talking about.
The stamp on my hand from last night has bled into
the cracks and hair follicles.

A guest speaker is coming to class today.
We sat by the window for lunch,
talking like it could change what was
happening.

Use active verbs.

If I fall asleep quietly,
but that’s the trick.

I am dreaming of whales,
ramming their fleshy bodies
through ships.

The water is a consequence,
we aren’t fish.

Remember the colours that day,
and how you felt.
She cries water.

Be kind.

Beer on breath
undoes shoe straps.
How long has it been?

Use local details.

The lighting is flourescent.
Cubicles with micro stripes.
Dell on desk.

“The darkness sur-
rounds us.”

Herman Melville lived in
the east village. It’s a pilates
studio now.

The Hudson gurgles.
My heart is a whale.

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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3 Responses to Fat Heart

  1. Well damn. I could pick any line, but I was really hooked at “I am dreaming of whales, / ramming their fleshy bodies / through ships. / The water is a consequence. / we aren’t fish.”

    Your wordplay is superb. Kudos.

  2. i do like your style — pacing, mood and attitude make for a real cool read.

  3. leah guaglione says:

    Enjoyed this a lot.

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