8.01 / January 2013

Trade Secrets

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Whatever is placid plain you acid wash and cover, let simmer & smolder & set, those idle places we hover over. All elbow grease can smack alike onerous, egregious, can’t it, ingrained to grind & groan. You pine for pain, set your face for it. Fealty seems so sinister, graymired and freckled the iron wire hair coiled like a copper child. Slip the boy an honest wage for believing. Beleaguered pumice, desiccated bleach. Or are you a dental seamstress, tugging the thread at my gums, the healthy bleeds I steal? Tomorrow I’ll man the last hatch, lurk the lazy gulf. Above all, I’ll keep quiet.


Gregg Murray is an assistant professor of English at Georgia Perimeter College, as well as a contributing poetry editor for The Chattahoochee Review. He has work forthcoming in Horse Less Review and Ayris. Please visit his website for more information, including links to poems and essays (gregorykirkmurray.com).
8.01 / January 2013

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