By the time I was ten, you
had a gold-leafed certificate for
razoring my hair so I looked
like a sunburnt boy in your bath-
room (the face of your unborn
fawn) while you whistled a song
that sounded better as a whisper
underwater.You argued with the
postman  about whose death it was,
as I played  my recorder in the corner,
the blue glass beads
from your slip’s lace hem.






The marble head looks to the left, her eyes open and blank.  If the wind were a stone, her hair would be
gently stirred.  Her snowy mouth sags like an expiring fish.  Her neck and the back of her head are
being slowly absorbed into the wood panel behind her.  Already, most of her ear is gone.

A cloud, a small dishonest shade of white, covers part of the sky near her neck. Behind the marble
head, the hills hump loudly away.  The trees have all fallen and become industrial bricks.

The blue ball closest to us is just about to fall off the edge of the table. Behind the marble head, the
stars descend. Under the table, a lake is drowning our gloves.  Drowning them, then tacking them up to
dry, plum lipstick stains on all the thumbs.

 After De Chirico





CHRISTINE HAMM has a PhD in American Poetics, and is a former poetry editor for Ping*Pong. She won the MiPoesias First Annual Chapbook Competition with her manuscript, Children Having Trouble with Meat. Her poetry has been published in Orbis, Pebble Lake Review, Lodestar Quarterly, Poetry Midwest, Rattle, Dark Sky, and many others. She has been nominated five times for a Pushcart Prize, and she teaches English at Pace. Echo Park, her third book of poems, came out from Blazevox in the fall of 2011. As Christine was the third runner-up to the Erbacce International Poetry Prize, Erbacce published her chapbook, My Western, in 2012. The New Orleans Review published Christine’s latest chapbook, A is for Absence, in the fall of 2014, and nominated her work for a Pushcart.




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