August Donovan<\/p>\n
I was a bloated, bored carp.
\nThen I thrashed up the waterfall —
\nand became a legend.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
My face like a fierce sheep,
\nmy ping pong ball eyes . . .
\nyou embroider me on silk.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
I soared over your battle.
\nYou all dropped your guns to gape.
\nYou\u2019re welcome.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
My scales glitter.
\nI fell in love only once,
\nwith a bracelet.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
In my cave, silence —
\nlike sinking onto a pile
\nof closed books in the dark.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
Spread your shoulder blades
\nfurther apart, until it hurts —
\nlook, now you\u2019ve got wings!<\/p>\n
AUGUST DONOVAN<\/b> grew up in downstate Illinois and earned an MFA in Creative Writing at the University of Arizona. He publishes genre fiction novels under a pseudonym, and he lives and works in Kansas City.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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