Another South: Experimental Writing in the South

Marla Jernigan

Marla Jernigan A Palm at the Entrance to the Arm fell, in sense old, I mean, torn from the feathered womb and that every wind is from the eve, hot in the sleeves picking a drench from the hairline, I and mine with ice a bare hint in the melt, a palm at the entrance to the arm and no other trail to lead you in or any or I, backtracking to find the sap stuck in bloom’s reservoir, am this and so symbology collected in the cracks, collect a din of cataracts, squint, mend, meld the whisper with whimper and either with aftershocks, a truck passing or waste attending breathe always and touch attending, as five slide forward exploration and territory known, and two dive lapping the options, a wire in my leg, and this and this and if I do so, will I be so, just the moment more? I wish them two to clam up, hard and ride the breeze outside god and nothing is to be, to see, a calm in shudder after trance arm plays the... I, identify, revise this flush in sincere, that I do, am, wilt thus, true Glorious my waist her swallows it’s a key that’s bent my rose deposit, errant, it waits on nothing and I too waitsome in asking this asking that asking be a kinder risk telling in tone — saying, please don’t make me say it again; what we talked about... cutting the ribbon between, asphalt with shears as wheels, what we talked out stalked about, lisped once less than to come — out here, a thrumming in midsection, so-called the clause in vino veritas or any I sprawled on paper I am covered, wet, her kitten, stairs and breakfast petals close hope too, the it, ever swallows pills dry. I. so-called because because belief is generous, asking that asking Kind of Ransom burnt, alight, radiance tension flows, sheets stratified ease in skin I stop to, bend on breath landscape, thigh high with clouds dropping, cross beside the road, flowers plastic glare a dozen more for me windshields sunglassing ice and water to wilt, hand mine eye cauterize fat miles between us mouth to mouth a cave shadow is just a rise ride up on, ruse, all, too, also, give into, share, temperate, limpid false leather and webbing on wheel, miles thickened at this end, sands not flowing up anything but, stiffening in humidity, salt of symbol, crust on edge of breaking through and friction burnt, lit, a ten candle teat, at ease this is a rest stop that is an eyelash a cul de sac nor prayer me in, nor stick, in back of every where am I not, where there is the coin, what here is this presence, unmanaged detour through action, twin doors in the curve, road, a tip that leads to endless notation, a build up and signs of steam why this car and only this why that leads to it, through, a collection of mirrors all mirrors rear-view, this and that one sleeve ripped, extraneous to the cup of, held, instrumental to the way curves climb and always turn down as dilation is the sun in eyes membered, where in the any, how in the some, that takes the expanse for the incident, the shortcut that leads everywhere satisfied, cat smiled, strata, stolen at the say so Another South 83 Past Qualm of Hours plus the lust pardonable, these days anon otherwise that potted monument deceived my mouth’s by mouths born away by pardon by beam that such pensiveness which is all it ever tends to sing, those faux pas of ornate kind marked in unfound form as the delight, the very wished-for you, permitted passion in the tones of qualm and in bursting came to bud, similitude, to reflection’s shape, dreamy those who watch in fury balm, the appraisal unflinched I anticipates a nugget’d embrace, wet ruin, a coppice rife with incline, twisted slash, a mass anonymous entangled to hone the gist lusciously room-bound and bed-bound and there are two ways known and I want three my discerning you, you hear it too apple slot in a web of silks, contingent hips pose as sacrifice by the passing of cheapening icons ascend so and glisten searing sound of chafe a pale panorama to where I step down out of...