Tag Archives: Emily Heilker

overnight road trip through the flatlands of the soul

7:33 pm you know how you look out across the sky and it seems not to end? she shrinks down into her seat, night collecting around her—a coat, its form fitting her ribcage. you could count the bones—they say, ‘well, … Continue reading

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drowned

there’s too much I in this poem— too much me. it’s overloaded, weighted down, tripping on the stairs and over its own feet. barrel-rolling, end over end—a headlong charge and then, crash. impact with the frontal plate and a cartoon … Continue reading

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the weeping woman

picasso eyes, eyes of a venus, eyes, entrouverts, peering through venetian blinds. eyes, purpling & bewitched, eyes, heaving, heavy, caught in the eaves of a stricken face. lash-burdened and ready to slide off the side of that stricken face, surrounded, … Continue reading

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the treeing

unable. to explain the fading or the wilting or the grey exchange, hair turned to leaves and shadows. we autumned in a golden bypass of alchemical certainty. should we be worried? would you? listen, keep talking now. seasoning the elephantine … Continue reading

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where there be dragons

she told them she was suffering from elsewhere syndrome. they told her to write it down. they told her to make a story out of it, to make of it a quest. she said it didn’t plot—wasn’t plottable. she said, … Continue reading

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pacing

try to take memory off like an old top hat. it cakes in your hair. an egg, broken over days of rice and spilt milk. you could overflow several conches with it and still hear it talking back (the lost … Continue reading

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