Light-box and Animation
- Light-box and Animation
Many frames later the toy Cerberuswill bound onto the chest of the fallen soldierover the fire of illumined ocean.Such are the glories of battle envisagedby the stool-percher, the endless variation,the bright bulb shining from under, not above.Is this then hell, peopled by the meticulous?What if we have died already?Brass brad joints encourage a cardboard sailorto stretch his legs on deck. Take the air.Contemplate the vast distance of the journey.His stroll will take a long time, like he is made of lead,lubricated by pine resin. A dog will noseher snout under his hand for a caress,which he will give her if he is not distractedby seeking a yellow moon in the unmappedsky. He wants, so badly, to know himself,but to raise his hand to his eyes takes a thousandstills, and it is tedious, being a god, in any world. [End Page 136]
Catherine Marvel’s work has previously appeared in the Black Warrior Review, the Antioch Review, and Colorado Review. She holds graduate degrees in creative writing and clinical mental health counseling. She currently lives in Boston with her husband, son, and little white dog.
