{"id":1963,"date":"2012-10-23T23:38:47","date_gmt":"2012-10-23T23:38:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1963"},"modified":"2012-10-23T23:38:47","modified_gmt":"2012-10-23T23:38:47","slug":"alex-nodopaka-1012","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/alex-nodopaka-1012\/","title":{"rendered":"Alex Nodopaka, 10\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Found Woman in a Flea Market<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Nothing in his pockets.<br \/>\nNo food in stomach.<br \/>\nHe kisses the sleeping<br \/>\nwoman in all the wrong places.<\/p>\n<p>He found her in an antique car<br \/>\nwith her mouth open dreaming<br \/>\nof better places. Silent. Her tongue<br \/>\nbone-dry as Nefertiti\u2019s.<\/p>\n<p>He perceives it is her dreams<br \/>\nthat keep her alive as he watches<br \/>\nher life course through<br \/>\nher leaded-crystal bones.<\/p>\n<p>She looks helpless with<br \/>\nhands and fingers twisted by pain.<br \/>\nIn the back seat he watches<br \/>\nher essence float and spread<\/p>\n<p>between her breasts. He kisses<br \/>\ntheir ivory smoothness. The taste<br \/>\nreminds him of his hunger.<br \/>\nSuddenly she exhales in a whisper,<\/p>\n<p>Come into me Morpheus. He has<br \/>\nnowhere to go so why not into the<br \/>\nmythology that will unite him and<br \/>\nher in this godforsaken flea market.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Alex Nodopaka was speedily conceived in Kiyv, Ukraine. Cherry pit-spit, head first in Vladivostok, Russia. Briefly attended UCB during last century. 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