Birdwolf is a new year-long project authored by the collective Entropy community. It is a collaborative online epic poem written by the Entropy community on a weekly basis. A different author will write the next stanza or section of the poem each week, to be posted every Tuesday, following the previous post from the previous week, and following a very limited set of guidelines (that each author has one week to write the next piece after the previous week’s installment goes up, that the installment should build from the previous section’s content and form, and that contributions should range between 8 and 24 lines or be a visual work).
Follow the entire epic poem here: Birdwolf.
The thirty-ninth installment is presented this week by Angela Simione.
Her shoulders were thin and smooth like my mother’s,
indignant razors flexing below crinkled crepe.
She hiked up her skirt and I looked out the window.
“Low-hanging fruit…” I heard my mother say and gazed again at the veins in her neck.
She’d been straining to sing all afternoon,
there, in the kitchen by the window.
I folded my arms and cleared my throat.
I put my hands around my neck and felt it bulge with a vocabulary that had nothing to do with me.
“My mouth is a tool drawer…” I thought
“I will hammer you in to place…”
But the window was open and out she went,
a screech along the sill.
I turned over my hands and noticed spatters of grease shining between freckles and delicate hairs.
I felt embarrassed.
The voice I’d been hearing all day had been my own.
Angela Simione is a multi-disciplinary artist and writer based in Oakland CA and New York City. She has exhibited nationally and her work is held in numerous collections, though she prefers to exhibit her work on stop signs and chain link fences on the street. She received her BFA with High Distinction in Painting and Drawing from California College of the Arts, San Francisco, in 2008. She writes at www.likealowdog.blogspot.com .