Beard, Alison

Mathis, Samantha

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Manuscripts Spring '99CherryI watch it burn.Flickering like a lighthouseStanding between my fingersGuiding my dark southern shipCatching it as I inhale deeplyFeeling the burnLetting it fill my lungsTaking them over and freezing themCapturing my breath in its magicEating what little I have left insideLet me burn.Suck me down deeper.Make me giddy with fearChange me on a molecular level,Because I have time to burn.-Samantha MathisUpon the Coughing Up of my Lung(as witnessed by two girls and a goldfish, Neitzche)Yesterday morning I awokeresting listlessly upon my bedcovers,unmoved by the rustle of the sheetslike some lover who has been conqueredby the weight of her dreams for her beloved.yes, my lung, my belovedleas witnessed by two girls and a goldfish, to find a fleshy pink lungNeitzche)ies beside me nowwet, warm, sentientemancipated from her caged cavitymy lung basks in the luminal draftwhich sifts through ethereal curtainsmy lung breathes her own air.I cradle my lunggently in the cup of my handsholding her close to my bosomI let a tear falland watch as the tear fumblesdown the contours of her belly.My lung grows coldbetrayed by that which feeds her.Distracted, I turn towards my goldfishshe means nothing to me now.-Alison Beard20

Cherry / Upon the Coughing Up of my Lung

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Cherry / Upon the Coughing Up of my Lung

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