The Potomac - Andrew Demcak
July 2007 - THE POTOMAC

The Rabbit Catcher
   Andrew Demcak

The spoon mouth alive with poppy oil.
A constant sliding of flames, smoke blown like
hair of the dead. How we perched up high

on a tight wire. The syringe, its clear
wall of intent, the dull plug of its tongue,
and blood tearing blindly, unreeling to

worship that little prick. Feel the thick glass
handle hit the vein hollow like fortune,
its deep vacancy, a rabbit warren.

Top | Home / Mailing List / Contact
All materials, text, images 2006 -2007 The Potomac. All rights reserved.