| Mermaid Song | |
| by Kim Addonizio | |
for Aya at fifteen Damp-haired from the bath, you drape yourself upside down across the sofa, reading, one hand idly sunk into a bowl of crackers, goldfish with smiles stamped on. I think they are growing gills, swimming up the sweet air to reach you. Small girl, my slim miracle, they multiply. In the black hours when I lie sleepless, near drowning, dread-heavy, your face is the bright lure I look for, love's hook piercing me, hauling me cleanly up. |
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The Mermaids Sing to Me
What Do Women Want?
| “What Do Women Want?” | |
| by Kim Addonizio | |
I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what's underneath. I want to walk down the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store with all those keys glittering in the window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly, hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders. I want to walk like I'm the only woman on earth and I can have my pick. I want that red dress bad. I want it to confirm your worst fears about me, to show you how little I care about you or anything except what I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment from its hanger like I'm choosing a body to carry me into this world, through the birth-cries and the love-cries too, and I'll wear it like bones, like skin, it'll be the goddamned dress they bury me in. |
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Myla Golberg and the Decemberists
The Decemberists – Song For Myla Goldberg Lyrics
For those of us not hip to the names of failed Russian revolutionary movements, check out this Wikipedia article http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decembrist_revolt or skip it and believe me when I tell you that the name was given to group of officers commanding about 3,000 men assembled in Senate Square, where they “refused to swear allegiance to the new tsar, Nicholas I, proclaiming instead their loyalty to the idea of a Russian constitution. They expected to be joined by the rest of the troops stationed in St. Petersburg, but they were disappointed. Nicholas spent the day gathering a military force, and then attacked with artillery. With the firing of the artillery came the end of the revolt in the north.” I can’t find the reference but I’m pretty sure that Milan Kundera refers to the Decemberists in his book, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, which I am, frankly, afraid to reread now, having read so much recent criticism of Kundera’s supposed misogyny. I don’t think I could bear it if it’s true. My early love of Phillip Roth has been irrevocably tainted by rereading, I can’t lose Kundera. What about you guys? Thoughts on the Russian Revolution, bands from Portland Oregon, Bee Season or songs that mention writers? Oo er. I’ve had a brilliant idea. I just picked up some signed copies of Honoree Jeffer’s Gospel of Barbeque and Outlandish Blues. I had thought that I would parcel them out to people I particularly love and think worthy of Ms. Jeffers but perhaps if readership picks up I’ll sponsor a “best response” contest and send one to the lucky winner. What do you think?