Tag Archives: Anne Champion

To Orpheus

The nymphs quivered as your music moved across their bodies like lost love— that indefinable, gripping absence. The melody coiled around them like the snake upon Eurydice’s leg, panicked muscle flexed against its tightening bind, the skin pierced, then black. … Continue reading

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Mother

In the beginning they had to cut me out of you. Though the scar has faded, you trace your finger over the pale crescent slash, the space where I used to be. You pick up the phone, hoping to get … Continue reading

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Reluctant Mistress

You want to know the mistress’ thoughts but I can only tell you what she’s dreaming; nothing feels real to the mistress during the day, nothing’s as lucid as the dreams that come after the lover leaves, his scent on … Continue reading

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Sitting on the Porch at 5am

The moon’s keeping me awake tonight, half-hidden in the sky behind clouds, illuminating the yard in a silvery haze. The shadows of craters upon its surface resemble a woman screaming, her gaping mouth frozen in silent horror as she retreats … Continue reading

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End of the Affair

Night again and I’m alone. No trace of barbs along my flesh, and my heart goes on with the same dull, endless ease, like the old cow gnawing its cud. I listen, believing I hear it thump a message: Over, … Continue reading

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