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Christopher Shipman
HUMAN-CARRYING FLIGHT TECHNOLOGY by Christopher Shipman Copyright 2011 Published by BlazeVOX [books] All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced without the publishers written permission, except for brief quotations in reviews. Printed in the United States of America Book design by Geoffrey Gatza Author Photo by Ryan Gibbs First Edition ISBN: 978-1-60964-081-1 Library of Congress Control Number: 2011939097 BlazeVOX [books] 76 Inwood Place Buffalo, NY 14209 Editor@blazevox.org
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At birth winter came cold as ever. I curled beside my mothers warm belly, where I had kicked. I had taken them all back. The wind and my mothers voice hovered above me when the blue men turned our heat off my mother said they blued you with an icy throat. The summer after that Memphis winter half-naked cousins licked candy necklaces their necks stained Arkansas sunsets. I wanted to hold what light hid in the dark under their warm beds. My mother said I love you and I leapt from the porch into the sun.
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O pening No one has ever seen inside this orange. Before being shipped to some produce market on the borders of Baton Rouge, before the phrase Valencia variety adapted for Florida use was ever uttered, before the seedling and the soft soil, before the mulch and compost, before the plow, the pump and hose, before the branches and the sun and the moon, before the harvest and its hot breath and blood circulating through beaten earth kids climbed orange trees and cats climbed orange trees and so much has happened in the world until now when picked from a Cabotins vendor tray stuffed with brown bags of unsalted popcorn and ten more oranges, a girl dressed in gypsy rags for the play shes in, tosses me an orange across a hallway, where Ive waited for the door to open for twenty minutes. Its her job to rile up the crowd of parents who stare at orange programs to find familiar names, so I jingle loose change, ask her how much.
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when no one is looking. I want to eat a small segment of her insides, and her fear of anything whatsoever, while I whisper little orange lies in her ear.
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Last N ights D ream of the Reader You had a baby that said things like I bet the movie theater on fire is beautiful to see. I went in after the evacuation ceased. Smoke smelled like the bad breath of red curtains and there was no one to tell any of this to so we were stranded on a small island. You had a lover you told a thousand lies to so we could sail away in the rivers reddest wind with your baby strapped to a turtle shell. Your lover and I decided to trade licks with an ax. When I chopped off my own hand instead your baby slipped back inside your belly.
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