{"id":746,"date":"2012-08-09T08:38:59","date_gmt":"2012-08-09T16:38:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=746"},"modified":"2012-08-10T22:28:13","modified_gmt":"2012-08-11T06:28:13","slug":"julie-larios","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=746","title":{"rendered":"Julie Larios"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Woman with the Beak of an Octopus<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She has become almost human, having been a creature<br \/>\nof the sea, multi-armed, dependent on saltwater,<br \/>\nand on certain tidal patterns and marine behavior.<\/p>\n<p>Though she has become almost human, her skeleton is new,<br \/>\ninflexible and strange to her. What she still doesn\u2019t know<br \/>\nabout air she is trying hard to learn, with neurons<\/p>\n<p>numbering in the billions now, gills gone, her new brain<br \/>\nlocalized and voluminous. For years, her arms had been<br \/>\nconscious entities, self-directed. That was before the bones<\/p>\n<p>began to grow and the outer mantle to thin, before<br \/>\nthe siphon closed. By choice, she left the shallow floor<br \/>\nof the ocean and began to move closer in to shore,<\/p>\n<p>pulled by a changeable sky and the marvel of human sound.<br \/>\nThe idea of seasons charmed her, as did the sun and moon,<br \/>\nand her desire for non-attachment trumped the art of suction.<\/p>\n<p>All that is left is to form a human mouth from her beak.<br \/>\nSoon now, she will forget the ink sac, forget how to breathe<br \/>\nunderwater, how to forage below the surface, how not to speak.<\/p>\n<p>In form, she will be human, though whenever she passes<br \/>\na large window, believing it to be liquid, her heart will race<br \/>\nand her hands will be drawn, inexplicably, toward the glass.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Woman with the Beak of an Octopus&#8221; originally appeared in <em><a href=\"http:\/\/indianareview.org\/issues\/summer-2009-issue-31-1\/julie-larios\/\">The Indiana Review<\/a><\/em>\u00a0in a slightly different form. You might enjoy comparing the effect of the prose-poem structure to the lineated version, above.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/julielarios.blogspot.com\/\">Julie Larios<\/a> has published poems in many reviews including <em>Field, Threepenny Review, The Georgia Review, Ploughshares, Poetry Northwest,<\/em> and <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.theatlantic.com\/magazine\/archive\/2005\/08\/errata\/4124\/\">The Atlantic.<\/a><\/em> She also publishes <a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=-jIiMgVEzc0\">books for children <\/a>(two of them illustrated by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.juliepaschkis.com\/books.html\">Seattle artist Julie Paschkis<\/a>) and recently wrote the libretto for a penny opera titled<a href=\"http:\/\/vimeo.com\/23412572\"> \u201cThree Acts of a Sad Play Performed Entirely in Bed\u201d <\/a>with music by composer Dag Gabrielson as part of the New York City Opera&#8217;s VOX Festival. She is the winner of a Pushcart Prize and Boston Globe-Horn Book Honor Award and has been published twice in <em>The Best American Poetry.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Woman with the Beak of an Octopus &nbsp; She has become almost human, having been a creature of the sea, multi-armed, dependent on saltwater, and on certain tidal patterns and marine behavior. 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