Eugenie Juliet Theall
has been published in Mudfish, Passager, Quercus Review, Red Rock Review, and Slipstream.
Most recently, her work won first place in the Elizabeth McCormack contest and was published in the Spring 2008 issue of Inkwell.
In 2007, she earned her fourth degree, an MFA in Poetry from Sarah Lawrence.
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Pablo at Rest
Your flesh has thinned after separating from your wife,
transparent.
You wear blue veins well. So roll over, don’t be shy, let me
see
what you’ve inherited from your mother, from your
father,
that I can mold in my hands, remold into a more useful
instrument,
a flute perhaps, something to play. Trust that I will
exhaust
the full length of musical notes before the anticipated
withering.
Yield to my hunger as you would yield to moonlight
inching
across threadbare sheets. Behold the black tangle, the succulent
pleats!
Let my eyes become tongues to savor the salt and soap of your
skin.
Praise the nuance of shadows, articulation of muscle,
increased
blood flow of your altar. My pupils dilate in the dark, bare
witness
to your whiteness. I promise, Pablo, I will touch you as if
blind.
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