![]() ParalyzedA Poem by Jacqueline Murray![]() 20 May 2012![]() in the basement of the local museum where the fossils are kept--
the bug caught in amber crystallized, a twitch solidified (hence Circle chopped) wiry leg-stumps stilled in fleet --checked (I bet his eyes are still open and all and he has to watch people press their faces in and then walk away, home to eat sandwiches or wash their hair, and the steam from their skin fogs the glass case for Four seconds) stiff like the back of a folding lawn chair and forever opened, "Come and inspect me!"--spread but mute, dumb, and lame , like the plastic doll in the nostalgia shoppe sky blue and white striped blouse Still stained with 1957 Ovaltine © 2014 Jacqueline Murray |
StatsAuthor![]() Jacqueline MurrayManhattan, NYAboutI have a tendency to fall off the map sometimes. more..Writing
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