This Flesh Circus
Behold the colossal headgear, surprised into greatness like any of us, infinity awash in its tidal lift. Behold the curls above the face, a parody of certain other faces, calm and bee stung. Behold the knob of the chin, the olive-standard skin, the body in its scalloped rompers, its baton in hand. Behold the cat’s excellent head, his eyes huge, gold-rimmed portholes, his rigid ears, their shocking-pink interiors. How perfect a green the green is here, under a topsy-turvy sky sucking up light from the flawless forest. It’s all so hopeful until you consider the translucent wings, curved shadows of legs in water, cups, swords and coins too near a flower of flame which is again too near an actual bloom on its skeletal stem-- but I digress-- and further, farther must admit: in this flesh circus, cartoon nature will resist the water and a better-situated fish. by Wendy Taylor Carlisle Wendy Taylor Carlisle lives in the Arkansas Ozarks. She is the author of two books, Reading Berryman to the Dog and Discount Fireworks (both Jacaranda Books). Her most recent chapbook is Persephone on the Metro, (MadHat Press, 2014.) For more information, check her website at www.wendytaylorcarlisle.com.
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