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from FRANK by CAConrad
with illustrations by Hak Vogrin
The painting above is the proposed frontispiece.
Frank’s sister grew long blue feathers

she said it was worse than cutting teeth

she spent a month screaming in the cave
pushing them out

Frank would lie in bed at night
touching his own back

crying

praying it wouldn’t
come to him

but the day his sister flew to the house
he stood by the window in awe
giant blue spread coming in across the lake

he heard the hunter’s shot before she did

Frank remembers
shirts of buried generals
flying in formation
over schoolyards

blowing wasps from sleeves

“would you sign
my book Mr. Poe?”
Frank asks the pile of bones
amidst shovels of dirt

“why certainly young
man” answers Frank in a
different voice
Frank knows a
butterfly
who wonders
about her old
caterpillar
friends
she was exotic company

her mouth
full of mouse

Frank never heard a word
his gaze
steady on the mouse
disappearing to reappear
with every syllable

devoted
he prayed
to God she’d
marry him

but late in the night
she touched his hand

Frank recoiled
and realized
it was really
the mouse
in her mouth
he loved
May
flowers

Frank shuts
his legs

but

music

seeps

through
“ I’m here for the show” the man said
looking under Frank’s shirt for the door

“I’m no theater” Frank said

a line formed

must he admit them all?

many had umbrellas

a blind woman
waited with
her dog

“it’s gonna be a great show” someone said
“but when’s he gonna let us in?”

Frank’s tears began to fall

someone ripped his doors open

they filled him for an hour
“where these sharks
roll their
appetite” Frank
asks “am I
appealing

finally

to someone?”
at the doctor’s request
Frank stopped shaving the chair

in a month
it was the most comfortable chair
in the house
“is no one else
SICK of this
paralysis of
gravity!?”
Frank asks

“when I was a boy
I stepped into the sky
and I was a boy
not a surrealist!

part of the dream
is that you accept
your waking life as
part of the dream.”
Frank wonders
if the approaching
mouth of the
clock is opening
to swallow
or blow him
out of its
way?
CAConrad
http://PhillySound.blogspot.com

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