Kevin McLellan

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THIS ISN’T ABOUT SILENCE

When I recognized that not responding
was an option ____________ the police
barricaded the city block with their cars
________(sometimes boxes sometimes
clothespins) ____ and lights (nakedness)
but without sirens. ________ I left home
(sometimes an opening)___for the street
(also an opening) ___to discover the cars
had been abandoned. ___I was alone here
but could faintly hear _____some feelings
unidentifiable ones _____(spinning boxes)
in the distance ____________ but nearing.
________ _ When I recognized that I could
return home ________________my home
disappeared and the feelings (unoccupied
_______ clothespins) gathered momentum
____________ and before I could see them
they bolted into my heart and the voice

in my head ended
____________ and nakedness was like light.

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THE CARTOGRAPHY OF FURNITURE

The wooden chair stands on the sidewalk
I refused this invitation to sit
but imagined it lodged in my heart
Each slat painted glossy red
resembles enormous finger nails

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I said here maps the narrative
And the reader who wanted clarity
cursed gibberish about something
cursed something about gibberish
Here I said maps the narrative

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I am aware of the other
Scared I didn’t move
I am aware that some
cause harm to others
Angry I traveled toward water

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The sacred bus driver
and the seats behind me disappear
From the passenger’s seat I notice a car
with bottom-to-bottom kayaks on the roof
that exits at “White River Junction”

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Signs attempt to pinpoint
but they are only fleeting
words for equivalent places
and place doesn’t matter
when one needs open road

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He touched me
and then no longer
touched me
When the red chair went missing
I became confused by twin beds

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Beyond acknowledging what’s wrong

To let the weather inside

As if near like a father or a feather

The wind dishevels my hair

Or the world as cloud

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