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Cathy Wagnerís Miss America was released by Fence Books. She lives in Boise, Idaho.
Exercise 6 (12/1/00 a.m.)
Ah good the left shoulder hurts again
because right shoulder was, and is the wrong one
Exercise 20 (10/10/01 a.m.)
Gonna throw up
swinging the legs like that
pigeon in a jar of slosh
To win the Nobel Peace Prize
your country has to suck
your leaders I mean have to suck
Jealous am I?
A negative of something
patterns my inside screen
Cold on the outside
nauseous in. Yellow socks.
happy I didnít die. I feel awful
about the rest of you dying
or sat wrong yest, sat
through lecture stiffening
the ibuprofen said donít feel it
and donít fix it.
The mess of cars past,
past 9 a.m., quiet, heater
noisy trembling, but thatís mine.
†I politely rise to meet
††††††††††††††††††††††† my knee
††††† ††††As I get sorer in the belly
††††††††††† ††† I hate the knee
†† am however diligent and strict
starred when I looked straight up
sky dark gray, geese rose
in alarmed soft shh and hasping
a-gossip all upset
Home I immed. dial up
††††††††††† does anyone love me, and Karen does.
Muscle under collarbone hurt today
from fooling with computer.
Look left and up ††††††††††† pulls like a bitch
Havenít cleaned the house since Martin left, and living out of the freezer, the old food,
and no fresh, and living high alone and secret way up high a cloud ranch
twisted threw me on the bank spurred my own cheek
Cloud at the level of my eye
I was high up in my head with cheek-hollows like the Red Sea
To reward me my email is up
Chelsey, Rebecca with news of a plug from Powellís, and Janet; not bad
yellowredpearl and interrupting twigs
††††††††††††††††††††††† Somebody liked my booooook
Do I want something scary
an extreme change, so itís obvious what to do
(dig my way out the rubble, toward the cries)
and make my now golden?
††† I knew I was a sign to myself
††††††††††† I couldnít see myself except in the mirror
which 1) wasnít me 2) was me backwards was 3) flat was 4) making me vain or 5) making me embarrassed
to go out, that was all a sign to me not a sign of me
all along I was what was meant by myself
†† I was alone to that, though everyone saw me
checking myself out by talking to them
when they checked themselves out in me
I tried to say Oh here have it all
††††††††††† warm woolen flood††††††††† welcomer
†††††††††††††††††† some spider-netting held it back,
† kept growing over my warm and my intention to befriend
††††††††††† I could use it to disinfect
a wound and it abstracted me, which was salvation.
Exercise 42 (1/21/02 p.m.)
Breathed & ovulated, breathed & blood fanned out
Tough new rubber cord so I get stronger
& the joint will stay in place like a pearl in vaseline
Pull down the shoulder † pull down the knee
Harness that yellow thing from my glance
darted across my glance, & 2-3 purple ball-blotches
rectangles float lightening the ceiling
†† I never see anything without the glance before
††††††††††† printed all over it
The apt not mine & the carpetís not my fault
I love that