Shaun Gant en "The Solitude of Ophelia" <p><br />...We know what we are, but know not what we may be... Hamlet, IV. v 44<br /><br />My eyes open, lettuce leaves,<br />curling cabbages to look bitter inside<br />my terror, a skinned spine.<br />Creature of death, I welcome and eat you without pain.<br /><br />The monster heart<br />gone to weeds.<br />I make mental contact with the lovers<br />watching TV in hotel rooms, share<br />wine with the carpet, spend<br />every buck I have.<br />Sell the typewriter.<br /><br />The fear snake arrives in the sky.<br />I watch neighbors leave for work.<br />We have nothing in common Mon, 28 Jul 2014 12:00:00 +0000 Shaun Gant 21925 at "The Solitude of Ophelia" "Pick Up" <p>What kind of finger to point? At which<br />map showing which right or southern turn? On<br />the newly poured shoulder, tar sucks at my shoe<br /><br />I'm willing to walk out here alone, gravel grinding<br />my heel, gray day and the surface of the road<br />one continual oatmeal. No one thumbs<br /><br />a ride on the frontage road but me<br />so no one stops but you. Stories of fingers<br />in the psychopath's pocket, suspicion float back<br /><br />and forth in our first stumbling exchange.<br />You need me for company. I settle grateful. Mon, 18 Nov 2013 13:51:00 +0000 Shaun Gant 11200 at "Pick Up"