suspect & friend the missing guard, the holy nightblock these smally cells, fair linguist as extreme as a worn & fractured bank-note the folks who'd been attending their lives arrived late in soiled dresses the daffy windbreak, the goody bell-hop, this flophouse ale
a little god comes in & protests will as extensity holler in all your original flapping sins, your 17th century arcade beating down staunchest river some summer slag-heap in theory butler bitten, plow some jailed hintback in the doctorlight
Doily Construct School of Itself
crown head refracture in filth up to its teeth the haughty unhinged this armored petty implies the fractious vanilla half-shot (just another puckered asshole caught fingering the moon) in our task-mask, crown-girls buried in logic, grasping at straws all the pickled magic of the spheres
Elizabeth Treadwell is a proud member of the Irish, English, & Cherokee diasporas. She lives with her family in northern California. These are parts of her long poem, " Virginia or the mud-flap girl," which was inspired in part by Jimmie Durham's sculpture "Pocahontas' underwear." Her books include Chantry, Cornstarch Figurine, Birds &Fancies, and Wardolly.