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I woke to Syrian refugees sprawled across my new Samsung Smart TV, the one

that lets you scroll Netflix, QVC or Ernest Borgnine playing a funny navy man

on the mythical island Taratupa, on a gunboat no less, during a war where men

were killed. And the contridictions were as exactly as I thought. A swelling up

then the letting go like canonized Christian martyrs, or Jesus and the Negros

that left him in the garden of "I told you so", or a sandwich made of that soft

Wonder bread before the plant shut down because the workers wanted a living wage,

and that thrust the entire country into

that dreaded Twinkie abyss. That uncivilized doom so dark, so burning with rage

that the remote control was hot to the touch. This is the same reason why the

first woman who knocks on my door, who doesn't appear in that Hyacinthus

hat my mother wears of blood, I will make ravenous love to, right here, in this

dimly lit room where i've been know to be terrible. That image of a desperate family,

of a father staring off, was nothing like I had thought; their lips cracked and chapped

from thirst, until my cousin reminded me, that it was only TV.

Reviews

[Roger Turgeon]

only tv but in truth reality.....ravenous love... I've yet to experience that

[Corset]

"A swelling up

then the letting go like canonized Christian martyrs, or Jesus and the Negros

that left him in the garden of "I told you so"
1.) finally someone who states out loud that the biblical Jesus was not a straight haired, fair skined,blue eyed man dreamed up by ancient bigots to prejudice too realize in actuality that their hero (and mine)slash King has dark pigment in his skin.

2.) but, but Dana I love Twinkies

3.) what is your address?

[writing mojo]

way to bring the technological into the bio rhythm graphical..I love the chafe roll of this delving in piece...the images like "Twinkie Abyss" are that of a sparrow covered in petroleum..flighty, ignitable, and left over in memorandums of what is presented to God after the seventh day rest add-vent-us....amazing write dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this poem came to me in high def.

the images you present...the idea of the family just staring off into the space of a tv world...not really living it...but the images on tv, some of them...at least, reminding us of what is real in the world, in other places, maybe not our own at the moment, because we are escaping into a certain world that is safe...behind that screen our lives live.
behind that screen is the woman knocking on the door...

quick turn the sound down and listen...she won't knock twice.

[K. Louis]

those new smart Tv's do everything. i always enjoy your train of thought..it's like a really good cobb salad.

[K. Louis]

oh. that was poorly executed compliment.