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February 2012 Poetry

Jackie Anne Morrill

RESIDENT ROOM #243

Her stroke-impaired tongue
feels for cheek wells in the dark.

German:
Ukranian:
Russian:
Mandarin:
Chinese:                                                        He speaks eight languages
Japanese:                                                      but clicks at her foreign
French and
English:

Slur
(the tap of old stingers and shelled abdomens).

His ears filled with
the sound of her kneeling.

She is mantis.
Her bone-prayer wrists
raised in bent defense.

RESIDENT ROOM # 216

Her yellow horse painting

No eyes

says it all.
Rear legs too short,

Raised by father

more like a hyena
on the side lines,

He crossed the lines of

overbite yelping with eager

Her little girl panties, their elastic waistband

anticipation.

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Jackie Anne Morrill is a MFA graduate student of Sarah Lawrence College. She devotes her time thesis writing inspired by tales of sexual fetishism, pseudo-psychology and the feeding habits of forest animals. Hailing from Worcester, Massachusetts, Jackie has become a strong and welcomed voice in the Worcester poetry scene over the past few years. Her work can be seen in New Graffiti: Literature on the Streets, The Ballard Street Poetry Journal, and Amethyst Arsenic.