h o m e........
p a s t   i s s u e s....
s u b m i s s i o n s....
l i n k s

 

 

.........
JANET KAPLAN



.............
OF AN UNCEASING RISING ACTION, FALLING ACTION


Not likely expression’s

arriving
as ‘itself’
this time.

That first nonstop flight:

authenticity?




or hunger—

the parent,

deep empty gut of space

multiplying parents



then that bleating whinnying animal stuckness

hitching time



& I’m here again

with who or what wakes.







...........
DEEP PLAY



Say this sign’s 



shorting out,
a string of sparks, hot
illuminated falling.
Did I hang it there?


*


It was the texture 
& experience of anyone


smoldering over the forge / forgery / creationfog            


hovering / a cursor / casting
weird / trochaic / tetrameter-wise


done & / done & / not un / undone


redemptive as a billboard.


*



Forward motion—
that’s me!


Everything moves
<e.g., the blogosphere>


until the lights come on—
you missed it!


There are users / downloaders
pain-bodies
wanting to be seen


in repetition / rituals of violence


when I am the sunny sleeping 
American girl 
watched
by watchers of pain-bodies.


*


Monitor on.


Now I’m the naked woman
obscured by ice cream,


vanilla interloper
monitoring sensation:


cement wedding cake
lit <desired> from within / eaten down to rebar 


monologing to collective thought / crowd 
cheering a stage:


End of Days!


 *



The way they counted 
then went to seed?

Or eminent domain
either side of impermanence 


finding an organizing passion


believing I still prefer 
love / foraging the ready fridge


mockingbird 
sick of the mock / the tune


unspooling
at the pulled dollstring / dolly-soul


leaking iron & pee,
spark catching in wheel wells


light passing 
out of range?


*



Time’s finishing
the life on this plate again


time makes a deliberate
strategy of / moving forward


into live editing of / marrying
the forgery of forward—



*


so it appears            
I’m continuum with antennae 
wireless sandwich print receipt again


for red vase found in recycling & chandelier 
etched by finger on the frost


I’m a site human resourced to


refake / reword / process


ephemeral installation
cranking out identifying finites
up they’ll burn

Janet Kaplan is the author most recently of Dreamlife of a Philanthropist: Prose Poems & Prose Sonnets, winner of the 2011 Ernest Sandeen Prize from the University of Notre Dame Press. She publishes the fine-art chapbook press Red Glass Books and teaches in the creative writing program at Hofstra University.




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