Karen Kunc   2011 All Rights Reserved


The moon, slipping into the room,
is quickly taken apart. This is the darkness

as it becomes part of her belongings.
On the bed, a stuffed horse awaits the return

of its left eye. The shadows hold
the furniture in a fluid grip. Outside,

the search party is lighting up
the countryside. A couple watches the flicker

from the porch. This is where
a line is drawn between bringing back

the girl and the body of a girl.
The first hand that knocks on the door

will notice how the wood is
splintered, the paint curling like a fetus.

The moon moves on inside the room
until it too disappears from the window.


Arlene Ang
Copyright 2011  

Arlene Ang serves as a poetry editor for The Pedestal Magazine and Press 1. Her third full-length collection, Seeing Birds in Church Is a Kind of Adieu, was published by Cinnamon Press in 2010. She lives in Spinea, Italy. Website: www.leafscape.org.

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