The Nested Object

don’t think I’ve ever read a chapbook from Dancing Girl Press that I didn’t like. These little hand constructed books feature fresh new faces to the literary scene–female faces, that is. Here’s a sample poem from this chapbook:

There Will Come Soft Ruin
after Sarah Teasdale

that we were present in the gone-ing, dawn
wiping away the green night vision, the pawn

shops shattered with lust. that we hunkered down
in our couches, hit play, skimmed the day’s drown

ings. that the hydrangeas silently hemorrhaged truce
while we mechanized, were thrilled about the cruise.

that the fences hum and deepen, become zones,
the canaries—cage-float—dimming the neon bones

in our 10mm thick tanks & skins—shark, combatant.
that the singing is singed, mothers picking off lint,

nerves. that the grounds will come, rise up around us
like a gown of inescapable mass, mudslide couture, fuss

of forensics—rigor: we the swallow, tremulous fragment.