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Michael McConnell is a devout student of the 20-button Anglo concertina, and "experimental forms" editor for Farrago's Wainscot (www.farragoswainscot.com).
His poetry, prose, and palindromes have appeared in
Style, Jabberwock Review, and the Bitter Oleander.
Michael McConnell
Man's nude eyes watch curled smoke
unscrew her eggshell face, trace
her final name, learn to gather
silence unnoticed. He learns to see
in trees how single hands turn
into wood but tremble, feels
in thorned vines the criminal
hunger to choke. He forgets her
ankles in black leather, her tender
thigh's inner pinch, the ferocious
climax when milk fills her
belly. He learns the crunch
of crushed teeth, how to breathe
ammonia or conjure abstract
concept into forms shrinking
fingers can poke. He forgets
to blame gods for the boundless
moth wings holding air in place.