May 10, 2013

Hit and Run by M.J. Iuppa

Some would study this rented room’s disarray & think:
priority, scanning the loose stacks of papers, the open
desk drawer stuffed with receipts & unpaid bills– secret
stash of miniature chocolate bars for just in case & notice,
on the lap of a swivel chair, the constant cherry top flash
of messages stored on a chunky white telephone. Every-
thing points North– like the last spin of the globe stopped
on a desert. They’d imagine the family in the photo, that one
friend who never forgot a birthday–  the tropical postcard
greeting: I am here. Wish you were too. No one knows how
he died exactly. He went for a walk on the mountain road
& never came back. Days later, they found half of him– legs
still dancing against a tree– some would say, he left out of spite.

M.J. Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario.  Her most recent poems have appeared in Poetry East, The Chariton Review, Tar River Poetry, Blueline, The Prose Poem Project, and The Centrifugal Eye, among others.  Recent chapbook is As the Crows Flies (Foothills Publishing, 2008) and second full length collection, Within Reach, (Cherry Grove Collections, 2010); forthcoming prose chapbook Between Worlds (Foothills Publishing).  She is Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor program at St. John Fisher College, Rochester, NY.

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