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Arlene Ang

TONSILLITIS

Like a man’s remains in the belly
of a whale, the throat cultures its own pain.

A cruelty—a secret love—that drinks
crushed glass from a glass. In dreams,

the body runs, twisting its ankles
in different places until the feet break off

and swell into barrel cacti from the sand.
A heartbeat cuts the torso apart,

fever that draws a birdbath from the groin.
To possess a head is to wear it inside-out

after the hair finishes licking the pillowcase.
On one wall, there’s a charcoal sketch

of Death digging up his mother.
On another, a mirror holds the moon

captive inside the room—deformed
and unborn—like a diaphanized turtle in a jar.

–from Rattle #31, Summer 2009

§ One Response to “Tonsillitis” by Arlene Ang

• arlene ang’s ‘tonsillitis’ » mygorgeoussomewhere.org says:

  December 8, 2009 at 5:08 pm

  [...] A heartbeat cuts the torso apart, / fever that draws a birdbath from the groin. / To possess a head … [...]

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