Who fell apart in the Mexican laundromat near the Polish neighborhood. What brand of bleach makes me Sylvia. When there weren’t any free dryers, so I just loaded the wet clothes into the blue car. Where on the way back to the house, I decided driving to Wyoming would be a better idea. Why I figured the cake machine and the hamster colony and everything else would be okay on their own for a couple of days. How a mild case of possession has little to do with 9/10ths of the law. Who better than me to summarize the history of bad mapmaking. What it takes to regift several months of unkind luck. When I passed the second freight car. Where my tooth ached and I got mad again about not having dental insurance. Why I never wanted to get married anyway. How several strands of country western. Who fused this twang to my ear. What a way to crosshorse. When I can please, for the love of God, stop getting roped into conversations about the movies. Where on that part of my body that I hate, but you had seemed really into. Why this isn’t helping me forgive or forget or function. How everyone studies me to see what trying looks like. Who self caresses. What tumbleweed whorled. When in media res. Where the motel was decorated with sad buffalo. Why I accepted apologies in place of a new hat. How to promise this will never happen ever again.
Who you would be if you came back again. Which three chimes will singring. Where you will hold my silly eggs in your largely calmer mouth. When I’ll meet your gaze for days. Why no trauma tries now. How medicinal, the underwater wheelbarrow. Who shall poultice. What will coarse through my body’s lanes. Where Reprise, Reprise. When, a spectrefriendly mirror. Why a different kind of difficult. How my friends will applaud while yours politely ignore us. Who agates. What ciphers. Where this is appropriate given the context I crave. When we forget falsely and on Sundays. Why you will stop caring so much about agencies. How I intend to feign lack of reflex. Who settles deeply. What happens underneath the ocean. Where submarined. When exponentially validated. Why a seahorse with a fullsized arrow through its head. How you will actually try to defibrillate. Who lifeguards and/or nurses. What risks to the environment will we care about when we are in love for real. Where greedy wiring insists. When faded ambulance. Why Rx paint. How palliative.
Daniela Olszewska is the author of four books and more than half a dozen chapbooks. Her website address goes like this: http://www.danielaolszewska.com