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Jericho by Claudia Sherman author info Lacquered into a slow-mo-lasses dark We lay like undiscovered mummies Staring up at a star-stuccoed ceiling While the wind waved the curtains farewell Laying there talking Jericho Your voice was naked in the blacksome While you spun walls out of yourself like China Sandbagging your flash-flood love While I jackhammered at the edges of my skin Heart thumping like a battering ram in waltz time Fingers claw-curled into grappling hooks Thinking about cardiac anatomy There are things we close up to keep out And there are things we close up to keep inside The abandoned lung-hungry warehouses crouch Expectant as museums or zip-lipped tombs How a twenty-four-year-long fuse threads cinderblocked barricades like veins How a steel door thirty years thick has been left only a brittle whisper ajar So as the time-mad drunks shout outside my window I will fingernail soft boards over my eyes Cloak them in stone with brand-new archaeology So you’ll have something to tear down next year |
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Claudia Sherman is a Michigan born writer who has lived all over, once in Chicago, now Long Beach. She writes for a variety of places, including Pistil Magazine. Her random thoughts can be found over at Vodka Catatonic.
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