Rebekah Remington

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Don't open the blinds; give me fifteen minutes.
This morning my mind like a century
which sees the rise and fall of 22 emperors
and all I've done is empty the dishwasher.
...

is one way to say the episode subsides.
I am a girl again. A tendril of vine
cage snakes to the floor.
...

Though in the lower standard deviation, I fall, the statistician says,
within the normal range of happiness. Therefore, no drugs today.
...

I was there.
The fan trembled.
The plant trembled.
The rented room became one faint undulation.
...

5.

In the book of optical illusions
first you see the ancient one
butting heads with the rabbit
...

The storm veered north and missed me.
On TV an insurance man
goes among twisted joists,
discerning wind damage from flood damage.
...

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Rebekah Remington’s poems have appeared in Linebreak, The Missouri Review, Ninth Letter, Hayden’s Ferry Review, Smartish Pace, and elsewhere. Her chapbook Asphalt (CityLit Press, 2013) was selected by Marie Howe for the Clarinda Harriss Poetry Prize. A recipient of two Maryland State Arts Council Individual Artist Awards in poetry, Remington teaches writing at Towson University.)

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Little Invocation

Don't open the blinds; give me fifteen minutes.
This morning my mind like a century
which sees the rise and fall of 22 emperors
and all I've done is empty the dishwasher.

Grant me a sweet cup of forgetfulness, god.

Let's blot out the never-made call to the lonely friend.
The baby sunflower, gift from my son, I didn't water
four days in a row.

Once I wrote a twenty-page paper delineating
all the muscles bones tracts synapses involved in speaking
the word spring.

Envision a system of wild estuaries, derivations,
deer skeleton, river thaw,
the road to the contagious hospital.

Now say it aloud.

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