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Current Issue : Number Twenty-Five

Three Poems

BY CAROLINE MANRING

Telegram

 
 
MAKING HASH OF STAIRS THAT WENT
FROM OUR APT.
TO COUSIN EMILYS
 
CHOPPED & SHIPPEDM OFF
MADE DUSTY DEBONED
HOLE WHERE STAIRS HAD BEEN
WORKING NICELY
 
NOW GOT PRESSURE-WASHER NOZZLE
IN HAND LIKE FOOT
IN TOO TIGHT STIRRUP
 
SOMEONE SPANK HORSE RUMP
 
RIP SCENE A NEW ONE
SINCE IT RAN OFF
IN FIRST PLACE
WHICH WAS NICE PLACE
BACK WHEN HAD FUCKING STAIRS
 
BASHED FIGURE
DRAGGED OVER NEIGHBOR TOWN BORDER
BY SADDLE TRAPPED FOOT
 
SEE PEOPLE DART TO
FIND COLOR TO LOOK THROUGH
 
ANOTHER FORM
TRAILING
OFF SPOOKED & POUNDING ROAN
 
BEAUTIFUL WORM
LIMP AT BOWER OF WINGS
 
THE TRICK
IS TO SOMEHOW LET EMILY KNOW
IM COMING
 
 
 

Reef

 
 
If you hate gulls they will be
Your way out
To a cold air-tank of sky. If you hate
Their gray it will bite to blue, a particular
Oblivion. If their shit gets you,
It becomes the salve
For an undying itch, or the unformed sob.
Their shape will make you leap to see
The falcon they are not,
And you’ll settle back
To your boat’s seat, knowing at least
(At least the fine spray off the bow
from no direction, from all directions)
The template was in you, like a new-hatched chick shown
The silhouette of the fiercest thing that can befall it,
Having been alive for only
Minutes, hitting the deck, still as a ruby.
 
 
 

Telegram

 
 
HAPPENED AGAIN
ATE WHOLE JAR
NEARLY DIED
 
CAN I HAVE CAT NOW
 
AFFIRM RUINS WELL PRESERVED
PRESENCE NOT REQUIRED
 
THREW UP IN FRONT OF PEOPLE
 
NATIVES TOOK SOCKS
IT’S OK SOCKS NOT NECESSARY
 
BOUGHT CLAY CALENDAR
LOCATED BAD GUYS
 
DOING GOOD JOB
DESERVE COMPENSATION
 
MAYBE NO CAT THOUGH
 
MIGHT GIVE TO WOMAN
SAGGING BY
GOATDUST TOWN
 
WITH THREE WALLS
 
& CHILDREN
FALLING OUT



Caroline Manring is a graduate of the Iowa Writers' Workshop and is currently a Legget-Schupes Fellow. She recently taught at Hobart and William Smith Colleges in Geneva NY. She grew up in the Finger Lakes region of New and Ornithology. Her work has appeared in the Seneca Review, 2RiverView, and York State, where she also attended Cornell University and studied English . Her parakeet, Sully, is named after the pilot who landed on the Hudson with no engines, and she herself often has the feeling she's operating with no engines. The "Telegram" poems, if read aloud, should be urgently shouted.