Rawhide

Move on, we must.

In boxes and bins,
I carry my proxy love
to the Stow-Away garage.

Outside,
the smirking cat has his wild bones on,
drawing a bead on a tattered squirrel
that curves down a dead-bowed limb.

Night

In the lush bush,
there’s something that laughs.
Treed,
in a frightful dream it lolls,
fetching cheshire smiles.

~Move on~
the blue man says,
and we must.
I must.

But, there is no donkey tail to pin.
I’m blind, as i finger the braille
on this pincushion map.

***

Art work by Theophile Steinlen – Chat au Claire de Lune  (from Pinterest)

Asymmetry by K-Ming Chang

This, by K-Ming Chang, in The Jellyfish Review.

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Asymmetry

I cut my mother’s hair every month since her hands went wild. They’re rabid, boomeranging around the room, returning every touch twice as hard, slapping her face when she’s asleep, ambushing mosquitoes, crawling under the sofa like rodents. I cut her hair shorter in the front than in the back. She likes asymmetry, the unevenness of things. She claims that’s why she fell in love with my father. He had one eye that was double-lidded and one that was single-lidded, one smaller than the other, which my mother called long-feng yan. Dragon-phoenix eyes. A sign of good luck. Eyes like coins, like currency, spending themselves empty. Every month, I spray my mother’s hair from the roots to the tips, trace the cowlick on her scalp, trim away the bleached-brittle ends. Unlike her, I prefer symmetry. I cut my own hair in a bob so abrupt that my friends call me…

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