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In Chelsea Tadeyeske’s”Heeldragger,” a pocketful of space-conscious (cautious) punch-packing poetry spliced among collage-carved graphics (stocking’d legs, heels, domestic furnishings, women’s bodies with blank faces that mimic mannequins), the opening canto blots the page like a staircase to a detached basement; a step or two might be sundered or skipped, the descent’s danger dealt sensibly discrete.
“who leaves
laurel-wreathed,
sweat and sparkle
heels in parade
will stump and shove to see
the rising of balloons
the holy animal stroked to transparency”
The second poem is two words footnoting the page’s bottom left corner. The first word is “i,” the other is “possum,” so the reader can delight at the outset in the absurdist shmaltz and schist to follow. Continue reading