{"id":131,"date":"2012-02-28T15:14:57","date_gmt":"2012-02-28T23:14:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=131"},"modified":"2012-02-28T15:16:58","modified_gmt":"2012-02-28T23:16:58","slug":"kelli-russell-agodon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=131","title":{"rendered":"Kelli Russell Agodon"},"content":{"rendered":"

In the 70\u2019s, I Confused Macram\u00e9<\/em> and Macabre<\/em><\/p>\n

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I.
\nI wanted the macabre plant holder
\nhanging in Janet and Chrissy\u2019s apartment.
\nMy friend said her cousin tried to kill himself
\nby putting his head through the patterns
\nin his mother\u2019s spiderplant hanger, but
\nthe hook broke from the ceiling and he fell
\nknocking over their lava lamp, their 8-track player.
\nHis brother almost died a week later when
\nhe became tangled in the milfoil at Echo Lake.
\nI said it could have been a very
\nmacram\u00e9 summer for that family.<\/p>\n

II.
\nWhen I looked outside for sticks to make a God\u2019s Eye
\nto hang on my bedroom wall, I found a mouse
\nflattened, its white spine stretching past its tail.
\nAnd a few feet from that,
\na dead bird with an open chest,
\nits veins wrapped tightly together.
\nThis neighborhood with its macram\u00e9 details
\ncrushed into the street. I wanted
\nmy mother to remind me
\nthat sometimes we survive.
\nBut when I returned to my house
\nit was empty, except for the macabre owl
\nmy mother had almost finished, its body left
\non the kitchen table while she ran out to buy more beads.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

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Kelli Russell Agodon’s <\/a>poem “In the 70\u2019s, I Confused Macram\u00e9<\/em> and Macabre<\/em>”\u00a0 was previously published in Letters from the Emily Dickinson Room<\/a><\/em>\u00a0(White Pine Press, 2010), winner of the ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year Prize in Poetry and a finalist for the Washington State Book Award.\u00a0Her other\u00a0poetry collections are\u00a0\u00a0Small Knots<\/em> <\/a>(2004), and the chapbook, Geography<\/em> (Floating Bridge Press, 2003).\u00a0 Kelli is also the co-editor of Fire On Her Tongue: An eBook Anthology of Contemporary Women\u2019s Poetry<\/em>.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In the 70\u2019s, I Confused Macram\u00e9 and Macabre   I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy\u2019s apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to kill himself by putting his head through the patterns in his … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[17,8,1],"tags":[36,35],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=131"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":134,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131\/revisions\/134"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=131"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=131"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=131"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}