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Four Last Things

by ADRIENNE J. ODASSO






          I. When You See Her

          Sailor, why turn back? What if she's waiting
          for her lover long lost, or if she hopes
          you'll be the one she comes home to? Straining

          your eyes in search of a storm would serve
          you better than skinning her, bone and nerve
          laid bare for the sea birds to pick. Why veer

          from dock and shore, waves and score of years
          that she may spend alone? Sailor, be kind

          and pay her no mind
          when you see her.

          II. When You See Me

          Close the door, love, and shut your eyes. Try
          to see what I am seeing. It's descending
          like the dark, only faster, stronger
          than life. Being here, stuck between drowning
          and dancing, I'm far from where I was
          and short of where you are. It's quiet. Why
          didn't the lights go out when they wanted?
          If we were dying now, who would cover us
          with stones, or with wood? Listen, the water is
          coming. No more. Close your eyes; shut the door.

          III. When You See Us

          There is music. There is world enough
          and wind on the shallows of the sea
          where the birds are drifting. For me, enough

          is enough. Just to be in silence is
          golden—like the sun, like the fish, like none
          of this penance. There is time enough

          to know that we are broken, and now this

          shows how this

          is now.

          IV. When You Don't

          I buy sapphire plums. I drink all night
          with the dead. I sing lower than even
          you can, and I walk the flooded land
          in your stead. When you're gone, left and right

          are not. I write until my shaking hands
          are still, and the ocean does my will
          before the wind's. I speak the seven
          names of an unknown god. Your eyes fill

          the shallows. I see you.

          Go home now.





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Adrienne J. Odasso is currently pursuing a Ph.D. in the University of York (UK) English Department. Her poetry has appeared in Strong Verse, Aesthetica, Hum-Drum, and Succour magazines.  Her short fiction has appeared in Issue #2 of Behind the Wainscot and in the recently released Ruins Terra anthology from Hadley Rille Books. New poetry currently appears in Sybil's Garage No. 5 and will be appearing in the upcoming Little Red Riding Hood anthology from Drollerie Press. She was also Guest-Editor for Behind the Wainscot 6




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      CONTENTS

     

      FICTION


      —Shadows in My Mind
S.C. BRYCE

      —All Roads Are One
DEENA FISHER

      —Three Views of the Maiden in Peril
CATHERINE LUNDOFF

      —She Has a Nice Personality
E.C. MYERS

      —Running the Road
NANCY JANE MOORE

      —Flowertongue
JESSICA REISMAN

     

      POETRY


      —Cold Covers
ADRIENNE J. ODASSO

      —Four Last Things
ADRIENNE J. ODASSO

      —Bog
KRISTINE ONG MUSLIM

      —Stealing Bodies
KRISTINE ONG MUSLIM

     

      NONFICTION


      —Archetypical Metafiction: Scrutinizing Fallen Archetypes
TOIYA KRISTEN FINLEY

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