Chris Tusa

New Orleans, Louisiana
Chris Tusa
New Orleans, Louisiana


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My grandmother’s teeth stare at her
from a mason jar on the nightstand.

The radio turns itself on,
In A Marriage Certificate
Deep in the cotton petals of a watermark
I see my father stacking sheets of plywood,

his hands freckled with sawdust, his silvery
Divine and white,
you’re an aspirin fit for the gods,
the powdery ghost of Gandhi
conjured into a bottle,
Only three days and already I loathe this place,
this milk-white morgue, this smiling slaughterhouse,
where girls in straitjackets grow fat on pills,
floating on pale clouds of Clozapine,
The Tooth Fairy On Welfare
A sudden surge of boys
with their smiles punched out,
care of a local Tough Man contest.
It was all I needed
Like a trick
you crawled up Hitler's sleeve,
a crooked cross with bent arms,
two cursed S's twisted together
Fear Of Weather
Once a favorite conversation piece,
now something more like a disease.

A weathervane sings, a wind chime clangs.
Ode To Gumbo
after Sue Owen

Born from flour anointed with oil,
from a roux dark and mean as a horse’s breath,
Snow White, To The Prince
after Susan Thomas

Truth is, my life was no fairytale,
that afternoon, I lay, a smiling corpse
Christmas In The Psych Ward
The schizophrenic girl twists off a turkey leg
then scoops a spoon-full of corn onto her plate.

Her hair is a black brain of braids,

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