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POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
Allie Marini is a cross-genre Southern writer. In addition to her work on the page, Allie was a 2017 Oakland Poetry Slam team member & writes poetry, fiction, essays, performing in the Bay Area, where as a native Floridian, she is always cold.
Also by Allie Marini:
Here Comes Hell
Southern Cryptozoology: A Field Guide to Beasts of the Southern Wild
Pictures from the Center of the Universe
And When She Tasted of Knowledge
Cliffdiving
This Is How It Ends
Exquisite Duet
Unmade & Other Poems
Before Fire: Divorce Poems
You Might Curse Before You Bless
Alternative Facts about Abattoirs
in these years of wrongness I wish myself an ostrich
because when their heads are buried in the sand
they truly believe themselves invisible to predators.
I long to simply stick my head below the sand
& that willing oneself into invisibility
could somehow make it safe.
I understand that there is no room for ostriches anymore.
ostriches aren’t native to North America. there wasn’t ever
really a place for them here,
maybe that’s how they developed
their flawed hiding strategy.
I try telling myself that this stretch of green is a yard.
I stick my head under the sand & try to will this yard
into something different than it is; this is a farm, I say,
it’s farmland, that’s why it’s so green.
but a line of hooded cows, being led towards the cinderblock
on the hill, that giant White House from which no cow ever returns
breaks the spell, whispers:
Yes, but what KIND of farm?
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published monthly by Glass Poetry Press.
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