To One In Parma

by Maureen N. McLane

illustrator Florence Manlik

Issue II

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The privilege
of even being
to know the small
humiliating city,
the ever unfinished
that over there
is the real where:
we had none of it.
No one heard
of anything.
The glit and shine
and scut of it shimmered
on TV the satin crotch
of the metropolis
a 13” square
of already thinned
No wonder
the saints
were martyring themselves
repeatedly, furiously
in imagination.
This was something
to die for
a life outlined
in acid-bit etchings
obsolete as the names
of trees we were never given
to know in the neighborhood.


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