elisa gabbert
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WALKS ARE USELESS II
..................After Chris Tonelli
..................After Chris Tonelli
There’s nothing to be sad about.
My sadness grows restless, nostalgic
for a better bore, the tragic bore
of yesteryear. The stink of the city
of yesteryear. The stink of the city
grows worse, but at the same rate
that we get used to it. ‘Tis a bore
that we get used to it. ‘Tis a bore
and nothing more. Even the clouds
are bored, arrange themselves into more
are bored, arrange themselves into more
and more exotic vegetables.
Where is the war? I can’t see it.
Where is the war? I can’t see it.
I feel incredible. What I mean is,
I feel like no one would believe me.
I feel like no one would believe me.
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Elisa Gabbert's recent work can be found in Colorado Review, Diagram, Eleven Eleven, Meridian, Pleiades, Typo, Washington Square, and other journals. She is the author of two chapbooks from Kitchen Press, Thanks for Sending the Engine (2007) and My Fear of X (forthcoming). She is also co-author, with Kathleen Rooney, of Something Really Wonderful (dancing girl press, 2007) and That Tiny Insane Voluptuousness (Otoliths, 2008).
The poem originally appear in COMBATIVES, the print offshoot of H_NGM-N.
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