{"id":12057,"date":"2017-12-05T09:22:55","date_gmt":"2017-12-05T07:22:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12057"},"modified":"2018-01-01T09:28:11","modified_gmt":"2018-01-01T07:28:11","slug":"poems-by-holly-day-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12057","title":{"rendered":"poems by Holly Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In Memoriam\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When I die<\/p>\n

I want you to name some sort of food after me<\/p>\n

a sandwich, a salad, even just a mixed drink. It can be<\/p>\n

something that already has a regular name, like<\/p>\n

peanut butter and jelly, Waldorf, gimlet.<\/p>\n

Just add something different, like pomegranate seeds,<\/p>\n

or a teeny tiny umbrella, something to set it apart<\/p>\n

Make it look like something new.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I don\u2019t need a fancy headstone<\/p>\n

poems read or songs sung at my funeral.<\/p>\n

Just make sure I find my way into someone\u2019s lunchsack<\/p>\n

or hastily scribbled onto an unsuspecting menu<\/p>\n

casually dropped in conversations about<\/p>\n

exciting local cuisine or<\/p>\n

unacceptable changes made to home-cooked standards.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Flutter By<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I believe entomologists must have the best sex dreams of all<\/p>\n

masturbate to the memory of pins pushed through flesh<\/p>\n

as wings flutter vainly under their gentle touch, leave glittery streaks<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

on the cardboard mount before dying in perfect repose.<\/p>\n

These are the things that dampen an entymologist\u2019s sheets, prisoners held captive<\/p>\n

under glass domes, poised on fake flowers, fake leaves<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

the feel of their index finger on the head of the pin, pushing it in,<\/p>\n

pulling it out, resetting it for the perfection needed<\/p>\n

to make a successful mounting, a piece of ass good enough<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

to display before other entomology club members. In these dreams, the butterflies<\/p>\n

have longer legs, hands and fingers that clench in clawed desire<\/p>\n

as the pin goes in, sigh in relief<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

as the pin is pulled out. The beetles say your name as they die<\/p>\n

say it over and over again as though trying to remember it for next time<\/p>\n

or perhaps to pass on recommendation for the next insect in line.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Some of the Things that Happen Around Us<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The violinist folds himself into his case, tucks his wings<\/p>\n

in carefully, folds his arms across his chest, sleeps.<\/p>\n

Beside his case is a smaller case, with a handle, and in it<\/p>\n

his violin also rests, perhaps dreaming of new strings.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

There is no need for furniture in this house. Everything sits or sleeps<\/p>\n

in a case or a cage. The shelves are filled with kennels containing<\/p>\n

sleeping cats and dogs, covered birdcages of canaries and finches<\/p>\n

parrots who think they\u2019re in charge. Even the unnecessary couch is covered<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

encased in clear plastic, as if being preserved for freshness<\/p>\n

as though some day, the violinist might have company<\/p>\n

and they will want something brand new to sit on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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