Fleur Cure

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Chris Stroffolino + Maw Shein Win

 

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#1

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I’m practicing a fast song

In the blurry distance, 

I see you approach. I slow 

as if that’s safer.

 

I notice how you move

Looking at each step as

if you are walking 

through snow now

 

fingers crawl up icy octaves 

to sad a slow gray tune

turning purple like the boats

you wear so you don’t slip

 

or slide off a soft cliff

to land in the sand

I tug at the rope

it strings the heart

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#2

 

A casual rage in the elevator music of neurosis 

As various as the connotations of blues,

 

stew on the stove, stir in circular moves

A single long note in the head

 

Rubbed bulb & robed throb to kiss

the sun I praise may really be axis

 

I ask the eclipse for a question

It answers back, “Did you notice 

 

the seagulls change in the wind I made? Did I 

block the sun enough so you could feel Chiron?”

 

Felt the heat through the moon then

turned over in the warm bed.

 

Got the flu in my cuckoo’s nest

limped into sunlight to bake it out

 

Shifted my gaze to the off

position, then froze

 

and thawed the on

in the outside inner ear

 

turned my head 45 degrees

to the right to stop the spin

 

over under sideways down twisted calf 

muscles who heroically prevented a fall

 

In my dream, the spinning stops

for a sec, my mind a wreck

 

Oh sec, can you stretch a speck

in our wake, the twinning drops

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#3

 

At the journey dream sneeze

piety party, what mutual liberties…

 

A quail, a snail, a smell

a snooze in between

 

a loopy flute, tear drop

mute, legato cat legs

 

dregs of dream distant

now, known, nowhere

 

desired, desiring, so close

you can’t see but be