Post Road Magazine #13

Face for Radio

Dora Malech

As usual I am unusually tired.
All night my fingers double-crossed me,
tangled up in someone elseís hair.
Breakfast is sand with a promise of pearls.
If I were an operation, Iíd be fly-by-night
and very bloody. If I were a sow,
Iíd be hog-tied. I was born under
the sign of the toy breed, the yapper,
if you willóand I willóon the cusp
of bikini season. Somersaults,
cartwheels. Call me poorly executed.
Call me late for dinner and a regrettable
houseguest, wet towel on the bed.
Call me go-getter, meaning going going gone.
If anyone needs me Iíll be at the arcade
across from the fire station, shooting
the teeth off the cardboard clown.
If you give me a dollar Iíll take
my top off and let you see my heart.

Dora Malech is a Glenn Schaeffer Poetry Fellow currently teaching at Victoria University in Wellington, New Zealand. Her poems have appeared recently in Black Warrior Review and American Letters & Commentary.

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