Amanda Chiado<\/p>\n
<\/a>Circus Flies<\/strong><\/p>\n are most interested <\/a>Choosing Thieves<\/strong><\/p>\n The dare begins in the dark at the gate of the farm AMANDA CHIADO<\/strong> is still chasing those fancy sleep demons. Her poems keep sprouting up, like delicious little weeds. Her other work is forthcoming or appears in places like Cimarron Review<\/em>, Casserole<\/em>, Best New Poets<\/em>, Fence<\/em>, and Forklift, Ohio<\/em>. She works for your golden smile, your tender hello and does it while chasing a baby!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Amanda Chiado Circus Flies are most interested in our dares. A bare bone horse, the starved city, he and I blind to the drop. Cool wind of oblivion wire waiting, dash the love line. Before the flies welcome the shatter … Continue reading
\nin our dares.
\nA bare bone horse,
\nthe starved city,
\nhe and I
\nblind to the drop.
\nCool wind
\nof oblivion
\nwire waiting,
\ndash the love line.
\nBefore the flies welcome
\nthe shatter they gather
\nwhere we\u2019ll crash.
\nWe see
\ntheir hallelujah,
\nswarm.
\nAll our bodily confetti
\nprepares to bloom, blood
\non parade.
\nWe tiptoe on,
\nwind our reckless halo,
\nflies buzzing
\nsucculent hymns.<\/p>\n
\nwhere the slightest move may jostle the rooster into doodle-dos.
\nBoys grunt and shove, doing what they do best. Upon the mud,
\nthe pink pig\u2019s tracks dug like suicidal slices for attention.
\nBeing the only girl is like swimming upstream, watching the faces
\nof the crowd slide by raucous in their downpour.
\nOf course I must have thought, thought something useful:
\nsomeone will get hurt. Be careful. Make smart choices.
\nMy hands told of my heart, shimmying and damp.
\nMy heart told of my guts, bubbling and unsure,
\nbut girls go into the dark night after night, fraying the deep.
\nMy feet whispered mouse, tip-toed through shadow\u2019s throat.
\nIn my arms like an armful of bony snow, I gathered the leggy
\ngoat that bleated, and tore its eyes at me in worry.
\nA dream is like this, spontaneous abduction into a stranger\u2019s arms.
\nI dashed with my animal, swooshing through the darkened field
\nlike a torrent of teenage war. My breath stuttered, like an engine hum,
\nWarm under my back like when I first kissed the body kiss.
\nThe men took the confused animal, slapped me on the back
\nin masculine regard. You did<\/em> it, they whispered cheerfully.
\nI was breathlessly accomplished until the soft eyelashes
\nof the goat amended the light and she looked into me,
\nall questionable fate. She was choosing one thief over the next.<\/p>\n