Two Poems

by Leo Fulmer

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You're laying there

Like a maple seed too close to the mother roots

curled up, linens’ decor

placed to evoke some deeply bitter sense of motivation

chosen to be out among the live ones

shows a parallel; warped

A foil:

Screwy light goes pointy

Then balls up and rolls across

Slim stretched gouges

Neat new wallpaper

you’ve been designed

traced on paper in thin lines of clay and graphite dust

indecisively

from a perspective; an (ab)normal viewpoint

from there, it make sense

proportionally

stepped down,

down among the blind ones

there cannot be lines

only sounds

echoing groans, mapping screams

a telling tap; hollow

you’re found again

rigor mortis

Captive creature in my palm

with featherless wings

that might slice at fleshy confines

had they more

substance

that might sketch intricate

tickling fractals

had they wet

ink

that might find gale winds

to stir

‘had they seeking

candor

Held by a grasp

firm in space afforded

a trial of rigor mortis

BIO: A writer graduating from Burlington, Vermont.