She Came Out From Under the Bed
She came out from under the bed and brought all legality thunder with her: procurement contracts and readiness, repurposed grenades, hag witch catastrophe. She does not know I command steeliness, record my own short comings, rake leaves from my hair and excavate throat dirt. Her hair is restyled with stainless steel guilt and sun filled yesterdays. The torso is an all-night diner. I see the light now, streaming through pinholes.
She came out from under the bed
was all slow song and mother goose rhymes
All bonnet and hot tea and pink raspberries
her tree bark skin was shaved smooth, the
birds’ nests accumulating on the dresser
I raised these baby birds, I can do the same for you
She forced a worm down my throat.
Jennifer MacBain-Stephens went to NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts and now lives in the DC area. Recent chapbooks are out or forthcoming from Grey Book Press, Dancing Girl Press and Shirt Pocket Press. Her first full length collection is forthcoming from Lucky Bastard Press. Recent work can be seen at Jet Fuel Review, Pith, Freezeray, So to Speak, Entropy, Right Hand Pointing, and decomP. Visit: http://jennifermacbainstephens.wordpress.com/.
David J. Thompson grew up in Hyde Park, New York, and has been traveling since October 2013. His interests include movies, jazz, and minor league baseball.