Mia Sara

Wrought & Found

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–By Mia Sara

 

 

Close Shave

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Not all fun and games anymore, no shivers up the spine,
goose-fleshed and expectant, matching thrill for thrill,
not candy floss cyclones after hopping off the carousel,
a little lick of sweet to mask the taste of the bitter pill.

The cheerful slap of creation does not prepare you for
this sucker punch, these shackles, and this twisted rope
around your throat, balancing tiptoe on a two-legged stool,
counting sheep as your kid plays hide-and-seek with dope. Continue reading →

Wrought & Found

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Barbie in ground
 

Breaking Ground

Designing a house is like a road trip with Action Barbie and G.I. Joe,
in The Country Camper with the picnic set, and the fold-out tent.
Endless miles of opportunity ahead of you and ample storage capacity
for all that baggage you thought you’d left behind, but didn’t.

There will be oversights, bumps in the road. Too late, you will notice
the internal structure is missing some vital parts, like Barbie, and Joe.
In the enthusiastic effort to compensate, Barbie will lose one sun-kissed
fully pose-able leg, and the wheels will come off the camper, tossing Continue reading →

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–by Mia Sara

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Not Your Rodeo

It’s a hard trick to pull off,
dropping the reins on a rider-less horse.
No rope, no saddle, no “Thank you, m’am.”
It’s a long walk home to an empty stable.

The halter. The harness. The wasted feed.
Spit the dust from your mouth
and insert the bit, the one you love.
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Dream Girl Drops Dead

 

At what point does the grasp let go the reach
so that you trip and catch yourself clinging
to the coattails of a this spurious dream,
bloated lies that so outweigh the genuine
article, and flatten even the innocent longing
to be right as you are, just where you’re standing. Continue reading →

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Weekend at El Cap with Fifth Graders

–After Lowell

 

Here we watch the kids go mock wild;
my wits all run to seed, and scatter,
more itchy weeds for the cracked riverbed.
We all lose track of our child
in the cold, after dark, when it matters,
half-tanked at the fire pit, our heads

tight in the shrink-wrapped void of time.
My wits, in ashes, ashes. At El Cap.
I used to hold her in my lap,
this fierce and final child of mine. Continue reading →