Ink Node: Eileen G'Sell

I Love You Like a Good Game of Skee-Ball

2010-01-31T23:09:35-08:00

First of all, I never said that.
Second, if I drove a stick
I sure didn’t do it for Jesus.

The manuscripts are warm and the salary
depressing. Behind the stars are blue
and bold, hearts we steer toward bluer skies.
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Love Poem from Detroit

2009-10-08T15:29:00-07:00

to know that the grass sweats more than we do
that people wear perfume that smells like grass

the long dream of a true downtown
would wrestle us together

in the darkness in the music in the moon and in
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The Spring of Things

2009-09-12T00:46:31-07:00

The man—the salesman—at the mattress store
was beautiful. And very loved.

But he loved only
mattresses, their beautiful
contusions, their floral sighs as bodies

broke them in on winter nights. Or maybe
he loved them for how
they...

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Closure

2009-09-06T01:26:03-07:00

While moving out of the yellow house, I found your soul in the basement. It was dusty, in a suitcase, but perfectly functional. My dog looked over. I showed it to him. He sniffed it out, then hid in the laundry. I thought about whether I’d use it or not....

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Nobody’s Winter

2009-09-06T01:23:46-07:00

It was nobody’s winter, the shoes, the shoes
that brought us here were burned today.

My mouth mispronounced meat.
Spoonful of sea salt and a pillaged lime.
There were grape leaves we couldn’t

get to, an attic without a home,...

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Life After Rugby

2009-07-03T22:45:33-07:00

A brave dog will teach you to swim
and Jim will fix your furnace.

Song will wake the spiders
you have hidden in your sleep.

Your arms, lovers, long at the wrist
will wrestle with a hubcap.

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Blanket Praise

2009-07-03T22:43:31-07:00

I will shut my eyes like a sad man.
I will sign my name in Cyrillic.

They were giving out roses
at the store today. I picked my flower
and went. And all
of the children wanted

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Euphoria Takes One for the Team

2009-07-03T22:41:15-07:00

As the grizzly charm of circumstance had worn itself slender
and the carriers at the post office modeled woolen pants,
her options were few. Die or do not.
The sound of boots through snow in the dark

surrounded all the city. She had red...

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