Very Bad Archive
Consuelo's Lament
Julie Teglovic
Aieee! When nothing remains but the marrow,
The florid gentility scraping the chitlins
Of your visionary largess from the baby carriage
Like so much burnt rice:
Haché! Go slowly.
Lest the stew of kingdoms come and gone splash over
Lest the liquid control solidify, stalagmitize
Lest they ask: What’s an atmosphere? How many thorns make a crown?
You called me the woman of tortilla flour and fiery intent
When at once we merged asunder, thrust
The ashes of our former sun-blasted meaning back, back, back into our clayfire tongues.
Ice skates on a linoleum floor.
Julie Teglovic has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Julie's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Julie's latest works: