steaming cocoa & two
plump whities melting
like bubbled-out Styrofoam, then
two screams clearer than
below-window traffic. I listen &
the screams stop the way
all things stop when you
pay attention. On the floor
a lone prayer wheel
circles. I wait for the floor
to collapse & when it doesn’t I’m
disappointed. The planchette
on the Ouija board shimmies
up the wall, rests on the head
of Lord Krishna. I realize
once I write this down
it will never
have happened.
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Reviews of "My Marshmallows Were Screaming"
Reviewed by Wendi Cali (Reader)
Reviewed on May 27, 2002
Nevermind the talented writing, I love your thinking power. "the way
all things stop when you
pay attention" -- most people wouldn't notice. :)
Reviewed by Hanley Harding (Reader)
Reviewed on December 11, 2001
Dear Melina;
Outrageously and capriciously contemplative...! I love it...!
Hanley
Reviewed by Valerie Maschke (Reader)
Reviewed on October 5, 2001
I loved the imagery of the planchette and the picture of Lord Krishna -- the lack of anything dramatic happening in the poem matches my own mood at the moment -- I adored it --
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all things stop when you
pay attention" -- most people wouldn't notice. :)
Outrageously and capriciously contemplative...! I love it...!
Hanley