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  • A Mad Gardener’s Murmur
  • Cody Walker (bio)

He thought he saw a Can of Paint   Kicked Over in the Holler: He looked again, and found it was   His shadow, playing Mahler. “A busker once removed,” he sighed—   And gave himself a dollar.

He thought he saw a Sheet of Glass   Come crashing through his dreams: He looked again, and found it was   Two-thirds of the Supremes. “Diana, baby, where’d you go?   This world’s not what it seems.”

He thought he saw a Different Life,   With laughs around the clock: He looked again, and found it was   A worn-out Tennis Sock. “The joke’s on me—again, again,”   He whispered to his Glock.

He thought he saw a Taco Bell   In flames on Route 14: He looked again, and found it was   The ghost of Edward Gein. “Most sources call him ‘Ed,’” he said—   Decamping from the scene.

He thought he saw a Trader Joe’s   Atop a Live Volcano: He looked again, and found it was [End Page 102]   A thimbleful of Drano. “It won’t be near enough,” he said;   “I’ll pick up more in Plano.”

He thought he saw a Glassy-Eyed   King Cobra in a Cage: He looked again, and found it was   Well, something hard to gauge. “It’s tied, I think, to winter, and   To darkness, and to age.” [End Page 103]

Cody Walker

CODY WALKER is the author of two poetry collections: The Self-Styled No-Child (Waywiser, 2016) and Shuffle and Breakdown (Waywiser, 2008). He lives in Ann Arbor, where he teaches English at the University of Michigan.

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Additional Information

ISSN
1939-9774
Print ISSN
1939-6589
Pages
pp. 102-103
Launched on MUSE
2017-02-06
Open Access
No
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