A Proverb<\/p>\n
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Your byword to my nayword. Check
\n& mate, my shining knight. Marriage is more
\nthan four legs in a bed. Bare & backed
\nby bone. I killed & BBQ\u2019ed the boar,<\/p>\n
another eats his flesh. Sweetest & sliced
\nnear the marrow. Narrow hallway, narrow
\nmind. I\u2019m out of mine & out of sight.
\nOut of words, which we let fly like arrows<\/p>\n
raining down. Like cats & all. Despite
\nthe fact you\u2019re skinned & hung, you\u2019re looking
\nlike a king. I\u2019m watching you. You despot;
\nyou cloak your eyes & steal the cream.<\/p>\n
So curiosity is killing us.
\nMy dress is black & backless.<\/p>\n
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“A Proverb” is reprinted from The Journal.<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n A Proverb Your byword to my nayword. Check & mate, my shining knight. Marriage is more than four legs in a bed. Bare & backed by bone. I killed & BBQ\u2019ed the boar, another eats his flesh. Sweetest & … Continue reading
\nAmy Schrader<\/a> holds an MFA in poetry from the University of Washington. She was a recipient of a 2008 Artist Trust Grants for Artist Projects (GAP) award, and her poems have most recently appeared or are forthcoming in Coconut, The Journal, ILK,<\/a> Bateau,<\/em> and the Fairy Tale Review<\/em>. She lives in Seattle.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"