{"id":3038,"date":"2017-07-24T00:19:32","date_gmt":"2017-07-24T00:19:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=3038"},"modified":"2017-07-24T00:20:34","modified_gmt":"2017-07-24T00:20:34","slug":"charlotte-ozment-summer-2017","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/charlotte-ozment-summer-2017\/","title":{"rendered":"Charlotte Ozment, Summer 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Dirt Eating<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The burden<br \/>\nof prayers and curses<br \/>\nflung at open-wide plains<br \/>\ncome home to roost,<br \/>\nlacquered upon layers<br \/>\nthey hang on me, bind me,<br \/>\nchallenge and morph my<br \/>\npersona until I seethe<br \/>\nin my mortality.<\/p>\n<p>I did not ask<br \/>\nfor this role. No,<br \/>\nI never volunteered.<br \/>\nBut the blood in my<br \/>\nveins was spun long<br \/>\nago to accept, every<br \/>\ngeneration a chosen,<br \/>\nevery progeny unfailing.<\/p>\n<p>All that is left<br \/>\nto me is to harbor<br \/>\nevery cry uttered<br \/>\nuntil my frame sifts<br \/>\nto dust, and my animus<br \/>\nreturns again, enduring.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Following a thought through a wormhole<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>As I sat writing<br \/>\nletters one morning<br \/>\na thought took me,<br \/>\nled me away from<br \/>\nmy moment.<\/p>\n<p>The farther I got<br \/>\nfrom that now<br \/>\nthe more my anatomy<br \/>\ntried to follow.<\/p>\n<p>I was stretched<br \/>\nbetween common<br \/>\nand rare, unable<br \/>\nto keep my eyes<br \/>\non my pen.<\/p>\n<p>Before I knew<br \/>\nof a reason why<br \/>\nnot, my senses<br \/>\nsplit, and I recalled<br \/>\nmy purposes,<br \/>\nsimultaneous.<\/p>\n<p>As hands took note<br \/>\nmy heart took flight,<br \/>\nand the head took<br \/>\nadvantage<br \/>\nof any view.<\/p>\n<p>And I saw myself<br \/>\nin 2-D and 6,<br \/>\none mundane, another<br \/>\nanything but singular,<br \/>\nsitting here<br \/>\nand elsewhere<br \/>\nextraordinarily<br \/>\nstill in sync.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Period<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I found you again,<br \/>\nhiding in amongst all your<br \/>\nperiods and. . . .<\/p>\n<p>Letters, tall and oh so proper,<br \/>\na calm, intimate facade<br \/>\nthat abruptly lets loose<br \/>\nlike the slice of a knife<br \/>\nto jolt complacency&#8217;s drivel.<\/p>\n<p>You were built of grey and white, child.<br \/>\nSoul lacking in your hasty construct,<br \/>\na withered eye and censor tacking.<br \/>\nBut we are not fools,<br \/>\nwe know what you are.<\/p>\n<p>Game always senses<br \/>\nthe savage in their midst.<br \/>\nThe snarling, gouged creature<br \/>\nbarely held in check by<br \/>\nperiods and. . . .<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Charlotte Ozment lives on several acres in Texas. She finds words hidden in the world around her and can sometimes put them to paper before they fade. Her work has previously appeared in <em>Carcinogenic Poetry, Kleft Jaw, Star*Line,<\/em> and <em>Caf\u00e9 Aphra<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dirt Eating The burden of prayers and curses flung at open-wide plains come home to roost, lacquered upon layers they hang on me, bind me, challenge and morph my persona until I seethe in my mortality. I did not ask for this role. No, I never volunteered. 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