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Marlene Hawthrone

Marlene Hawthrone

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  • Marlene Hawthrone, broken girl healing woman shaman I have to smooth my soothing salve Because no one else will Broken woman healing girl Shaman I have to smooth my soothing salve Because no one else will, 2011
    broken girl healing woman shaman I have to smooth my soothing salve Because no one else will Broken woman healing girl Shaman I have to smooth my soothing salve Because no one else will, 2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, do crooked little girls grow into gnarled women condom wrappers scratch at young thighs beneath cheap thread count a rhetorical pillowcase tear soaked do crooked little girls grow into gnarled women a rheumatoid forest perpetually awaiting autumn, 2011
    do crooked little girls grow into gnarled women condom wrappers scratch at young thighs beneath cheap thread count a rhetorical pillowcase tear soaked do crooked little girls grow into gnarled women a rheumatoid forest perpetually awaiting autumn, 2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, drops from the clenched mouths of eyes dreaming delusion fogged by what greets each morning we’d rather form keloid from it to worry at when one hand grasps at the other, 2011
    drops from the clenched mouths of eyes dreaming delusion fogged by what greets each morning we’d rather form keloid from it to worry at when one hand grasps at the other, 2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, he buried love’s bones deep within hoping to resurrect her, 2011
    he buried love’s bones deep within hoping to resurrect her, 2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, her womb smells of rubbing alcohol swore she heard the laughter of sons their vacant faces still born gaze barren red hurt translucent wings beating against the gold sky she would have named you all, 2011
    her womb smells of rubbing alcohol swore she heard the laughter of sons their vacant faces still born gaze barren red hurt translucent wings beating against the gold sky she would have named you all, 2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, how soon before you become mista conjured wispa thumb sliding over broken glass shard yolk easing yellow over shell fragments, 2011
    how soon before you become mista conjured wispa thumb sliding over broken glass shard yolk easing yellow over shell fragments, 2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, I carry sulfur on my wings Your teeth are flint Glinting beneath the milky moon, 2011
    I carry sulfur on my wings Your teeth are flint Glinting beneath the milky moon, 2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, I have no footing even in slumberHe says he’s a manYet a man who robs youOf your safea soft boned memoryhe’s sucked dry the marrow, 2011
    I have no footing even in slumberHe says he’s a manYet a man who robs youOf your safea soft boned memoryhe’s sucked dry the marrow, 2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, I long to be a sharpened knife Digging into a cheek My name breaking shore Over his teeth A moon pulled tide A waterlogged mention, 2011
    I long to be a sharpened knife Digging into a cheek My name breaking shore Over his teeth A moon pulled tide A waterlogged mention, 2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, I wonder Do crooked little girls grow into gnarled women Knobby limbs curled defensively around frail body Brittle brown trunk Do crooked little girls grow into gnarled women Do their leaves shrivel, crackled off splintered branches At the mention o, 2011
    I wonder
    Do crooked little girls grow into gnarled women
    Knobby limbs curled defensively around frail body
    Brittle brown trunk
    Do crooked little girls grow into gnarled women
    Do their leaves shrivel, crackled off splintered branches
    At the mention o,
    2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, imperfect man I’ve imagined you in the cool dark Swilling whiskey like water Newport smoke wafting to the heavens The glass shards Pierced the palm Your brow A sweaty welt You gathered My sister Her belongings, 2011
    imperfect man I’ve imagined you in the cool dark Swilling whiskey like water Newport smoke wafting to the heavens The glass shards Pierced the palm Your brow A sweaty welt You gathered My sister Her belongings, 2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, isopropyl alcohol sweating your wrinkled belly worn from births soft like velvet into it you sank insulin needles I mirrored your wincing, 2011
    isopropyl alcohol
    sweating your wrinkled belly
    worn from births
    soft like velvet
    into it you sank insulin needles
    I mirrored
    your wincing,
    2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, it was too soon to swill a new name in your mouth he brought with him muddy silence a dragging stain across the yellow seeds you deafened became powder between the fingers how soon will he crumble into memory a used casing in the stale soil, 2011
    it was too soon
    to swill a new name in your mouth
    he brought with him
    muddy silence
    a dragging stain
    across the yellow seeds
    you deafened
    became powder between the fingers
    how soon will he crumble into memory
    a used casing
    in the stale soil,
    2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, I’ve been Water Washing away some sin Molasses Sticking to the jags Glue Losing its tack Hair Clogging a drain Understudy Hoping for a sprained ankle Repentance Tucked away in prayer But God wanted me to forgive myself First, 2011
    I’ve been
    Water
    Washing away some sin
    Molasses
    Sticking to the jags
    Glue Losing its tack
    Hair Clogging a drain
    Understudy
    Hoping for a sprained ankle
    Repentance
    Tucked away in prayer
    But God wanted me to forgive myself
    First,
    2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, mami says you have fallen your brittle bones cannot knit themselves well, 2011
    mami says you have fallen
    your brittle bones
    cannot knit themselves well,
    2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, my sister’s fingers, beak-peckedmy brother’s brow, a crimson sliceyellow birdperhaps you fled through the window while I was sleeping, 2011
    my sister’s fingers, beak-peckedmy brother’s brow, a crimson sliceyellow birdperhaps you fled through the window while I was sleeping, 2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, pomegranate someone’s sought after apple forced open/picked through savored, sweet sucked on flesh clean off bone seeds spit out my peeled back skin left to bake dry your shelf was threadbare only good because you were starving, 2011
    pomegranate
    someone’s sought after apple
    forced open/picked through
    savored, sweet sucked on flesh clean off bone
    seeds spit out
    my peeled back skin
    left to bake dry
    your shelf was threadbare
    only good
    because you were starving,
    2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, scales glinted laughter mocking the sunshine metal blade against the iridescent crescent plotting, 2011
    scales glinted
    laughter mocking the sunshine
    metal blade against the iridescent crescent
    plotting,
    2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, She kept two free Daddy would have murdered had He learned years before, 2011
    She kept two free
    Daddy would have murdered had
    He learned years before,
    2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, shell and yolk glued and cracked respectively no carton to keep her, 2011
    shell
    and yolk
    glued
    and cracked respectively
    no carton to keep her,
    2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, sometimes I wonder if all along You saw me unravel Witnessed the spool And thought I’d keep even stitches, 2011
    sometimes
    I wonder if all along
    You saw me unravel
    Witnessed the spool
    And thought I’d keep even stitches,
    2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, the red globes bloomed from my fingertips she always told me never to cry in water for fear that tears would turn to blood these days I swim in a sanguine sea, 2011
    the red globes bloomed from my fingertips she always told me never to cry in water for fear that tears would turn to blood these days I swim in a sanguine sea, 2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, the way silence tentacles around the neck renders us mute she’s gone I can’t find her Neither will you, 2011
    the way silence
    tentacles around the neck
    renders us mute
    she’s gone
    I can’t find her
    Neither will you,
    2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, you hold out palms to empty places await the voice to remind you that you’re beautiful safety those days you have trouble believing it echoes don’t even respond lonely, 2011
    you hold out palms to empty places
    await the voice
    to remind you
    that you’re beautiful
    safety
    those days you have trouble believing it
    echoes don’t even respond
    lonely,
    2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, you try to mend you left many legs crawling a nail carving into the belly a gnaw you are silent you do not care to know you’ve had your fill you pick remnants from your teeth fling them at the floor, 2011
    you try to mend you left many legs crawling a nail carving into the belly a gnaw you are silent you do not care to know you’ve had your fill you pick remnants from your teeth fling them at the floor, 2011
  • Marlene Hawthrone, you won’t remember my name how the comb caught tangles the apron sponging tears the powder you’d dot your breasts with the silver rivers in your hair the bubble of vegetables in simmering pot, warbled alabanzas the hairpins stabbing my scalp affix, 2011
    you won’t remember
    my name
    how the comb caught tangles
    the apron sponging tears
    the powder you’d dot your breasts with
    the silver rivers in your hair
    the bubble of vegetables in simmering pot, warbled alabanzas
    the hairpins stabbing my scalp
    affix,
    2011
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