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  • Self Portrait as Museum, and: Invasive Species
  • Erin Lynch (bio)

Self Portrait as Museum

Do not take pictures. Memory exceeds memento, cheap facsimile. Linger if you like. A gaze can hang upon a body until that body claims it, just as Rossetti’s wife, Elizabeth, exhumed after years undisplayed, still clutched his odes to beauty in her hair: wrought devotions held by brittle locks. Safekeeping demands attention—in the dark, her face had caved. Because its lips once parted, because the poems crumbled in his hands, create a past for these assembled bones, the clavicle a finger’s depth. Please touch. [End Page 69]

Invasive Species

Beneath the floor a furry body drags its trap. Rasp by rasp,

the slope of your back next to me expands. In sleep, when our jaws unhinge,

so many move in, more webs lining our stomachs each year. Our ears nooks

where eggs are laid. We can’t help but be dangerous houses—I woke to collapsing

legs on my tongue, slow with spit. Your exhalations worm into my ears, animate

air around my face. A predatory whirr or a caress. Leg hair like antennae.

Below us, the mouse’s tail stops making furrows in the dust.

What dream drags your body behind? There are cities where couples walk in masks.

Through white gauzed mouths, softly they breathe, rustling across cornstalks. [End Page 70]

Erin Lynch

Erin Lynch holds an MA in Creative Writing from the University of North Texas, where she currently teaches. Her work has previously been featured in Blast Furnace.

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Additional Information

ISSN
2166-014x
Print ISSN
0884-3457
Pages
pp. 69-70
Launched on MUSE
2015-01-17
Open Access
No
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