by Susan Lewis
Tell me everything, he coyly clamored. After which? she parried, pulling a muscular pirouette on the head he’d hoped to nail. Which put a certain crimp in their love & let live. They sampled cloisonne, Kama Sutra, & sous vide, but none raised the frisson of those (pre)historic misfires. So they scuttled speech & met for froth & frolic beneath the smiling visage of the Dalai Lama & his Mischievous Monkettes. But neither foul nor fair was the musk-laden air; no one knew what to toss and what to spare. So on they siphoned nirvana & need, spinning their score with high-voltage static & copious doses of the sweetest, literal & figurative, statistically significant regret.
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A regular contributor to this blog, Susan Lewis is editing a gallery of textual poetry for AlteredScale.com 3. Her poetry will also appear in another gallery, edited by Mary Kasimor.
Susan is the author of How to be Another (Cervena Barva Press, forthcoming 2013), Commemorative Edition (White Knuckle Press, forthcoming 2013), At Times Your Lines (Argotist e-Books, 2012), Some Assembly Required (Dancing Girl Press, 2011), Commodity Fetishism, winner of the 2009 Cervena Barva Press Poetry Award, and Animal Husbandry (Finishing Line Press, 2008). Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and published in a great number of journals, including Atlanta Review, Berkeley Poetry Review, Boog City, Cimarron Review, Eclipse, Fact/Simile, Monday Night, The New Orleans Review, Phoebe, Raritan, Seneca Review, Verse (online), and Verse Daily. She is Editor of MadHat Press and Managing Editor of MadHat Annual and MadHat Lit. Her website is www.susanlewis.net.
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