an eyebrow pencil control group
burns glass test tube aphasia
mirror spin string theory
rotate a deux grandes stomach rumbling
automobile winter cascade dream
it’s this year’s model
to bleed out using
leeches and a bowl
Like the sow toiling for truffles
her high heel kicks record
tonal angles
graph ding a ling dips
steals a quartet cacophony
social knees curtsy
above the appropriate
Victrola note hem length
banjo licks an isosceles arm
over pebbles and gray grass
ghost shins scrape dance
off the walls
tow corners into next week
knee joint angst plucks the pluckiest
violins cannot keep up
see how dark the brow furrows
heaven’s light tucked into
catastrophe pocket
walk to your sitting room
head live streaming regret
brush fire flings cosmonauts ocean side
sea foam and short shorts calm
even the longest drawing room note,
our wiliest hour
cold carp flutters gills
those impatient hairdos
turntable dizzies and readies,
draws a bath zeitgeist
ancient runes rotate
forfeit and tremble
this Driver’s Ed test
coerces us to
tremble, forfeit,
and rotate
any semblance of vision
lost at the Capitol Hill
shapes multiply
deception buries hard hats
who destroyed your castle today?
the jumping man suit
the child’s fists
sign this and triplicate
parlay brown eye
time travel into
white teeth
flicker the commercial
erase wire electrocution
your face is every
forsythia every bee
stung lip
annual rates drop
manual dial tones forsake
the silent muse slicks sly
cheeks burst like crystal
goblets land
a new time share
the waves swallow
punctuation
this box
is a
hat box
which holds
a man’s
hat but
he signs
away his
hat box
for one
wooden nickel
one light
bulb one
pen, one
watch, and
one last
grasp at
his hat
which is
the sum
of his
human
costume
water a hair shirt
see what grows
guilt buttons
rage sleeve
your own importance
cannot stand still
a constant reminder
you kissed first
my skirt has the flu
scalpel headache layers
with hot and cold compresses
gentle moth wings beat
the Ferris
wheel of doubt
whirling so fast
skinny ant legs
swing in time to the
Music of Chance
laughter too light
propagates outer space
sound bubbles
wishing away eyelashes
a trapped swan is
crumpled Kleenex
don’t you see it’s
crisp wings
begging to flee
a sunburnt neck?
Stubble the little people
razor apathy
flying is an unforeseen
frozen
fingertip
pushed into
a modern art
phonograph
dreaming of suit jackets
to tuck itself in at night
faster and faster
flying poison dart
circus of cleanliness
sepia infused
tea manikin dust
this attire is gauche
a piano writes letters
to formal wear
light a candle
grow some malice
in a petri dish
are not hard headed
aloof hexagons
your pale oval face
collides into daffodils
no smelling salts needed
just curve lower backs into
a chaise lounge
cat eye glasses fog up
the doll
teeth grimace
snap fingers for
biscuits and tea, roll the dice
just to misdirect time
signage points this way to
the Plaza
that way to the first
polar bear club
minus the fur and paws
a thought bursts
into firecracker detritus
the exact moment
you ask a question about
God wearing a black
suit jacket with
white pin stripes
because he knows
how to dress for a funeral
or a Christening
or a small struggle under topsoil
Jennifer MacBain-Stephens went to NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts and now lives in the DC area. She is the author of two full length poetry collections. Her chapbook Clown Machine is forthcoming from Grey Book Press this summer. Recent work can be seen or is forthcoming at Jet Fuel Review, Pith, Freezeray, Entropy, Right Hand Pointing, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, Inter/rupture, and decomP. Visit: http://jennifermacbainstephens.wordpress.com.