portion of the artwork for Jen Schalliol's poetry

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Jen Schalliol

the body is a minefield
a booby trap       the body
is a spear-lined pit
it wants things that
my mind does not     the body
spits and scorches and
insists on space
it is collusion and coercion
and cellular reaction on
down and down past the
microscopic     the body
is unsafe, untrustable
a hovel     a ramshackle
terror     a tar-pit     a crash site
a wreck.


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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 31 | Winter 2011