The Medulla Review
JASON FISK

Dead Words

 

Everything was cold

cast-iron and stone

Little feet in new dress shoes

swinging like a bell

from under her good wool coat and frilly dress

defiantly slamming through the sun baked snow crust

 

What are all of the rocks for? She asked

That’s to mark where dead people are buried

What do the words and numbers say?

They tell about the person buried there

That’s not a lot of words she said

No, I guess it’s not a lot, is it? I said

squinting into the winter sun

low on the hazy horizon.  







The Baby Mobile

 

Over the baby monitor

I listened to his great-grandma

put him to bed

She rocked him

and sang to him

She cooed when he cooed

I wondered if his little memory

would lock a piece of her away

 

I heard the rocking chair creak

as she got up

soft whispers

I heard her crank the mobile

and listened

as the song played out

It started out fast

then as it slowly unwound

and repeated itself

and became slower

and slower

and slower

until suddenly

without warning

it stopped


 




Because you’re crazy, that’s why

 

Sorry, things just happen she said

and I said I that I could

believe that but things

and ideals are like the stink

of melting flesh

and have been scorched

and blazed while spontaneity

 has been bled

out of my hollowed veins

sucking sounds surround my soul

I have been where there is little to long for

but breath and air and

suffocation is nothing

but a peaceful sleep

if the panic is subtracted

and death accepted

and whittled away

to kindle the fire broken

down into ones

and zeros the shells

of truth like blind

dull gray eyeballs

that fade and rot

mushy  matter maybe splattered

oxygenated brain

with living thoughts

outside my head

thoughts of things just happening

flight plans hijacked

 

She put her hand up:

A conversation director

directing me to stop talking:

I’m leaving she said

because talk like that

scares the shit out of me

 

And she did

she turned and left…





Bio: Jason Fisk lives with his wife and two children just outside of Chicago. The Sagging: Spirits and Skin is the title of his first chapbook published by Propaganda Press. For more information check out www.jasonfisk.com.

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