Helen Vitoria

2012/06/20 § Leave a comment

On cigarettes and conspiracy


Here are boys who pull fish from the nearby lake that wraps around the house. Tongues paralyzed and glittering, they fill bucket after bucket of sluggish charred ghosts. Here I tell the boys to pay attention to the fires in dreams: The girl never died. But if she really died, we never talk about it. There was no man. There was no one slipping near gravel or kissing on the side of the road. There is no wishing of ashes, the rumble of a fire that never happened. There may have been a noose, but it was used for overturning the logs in the fire. There was a yellow bird near the window; we saw it from the lake. Our hands were covered in the glimmer of fish scales. Our shins were swollen with water. There was a black dog nearby, waiting for me.

Helen Vitoria – Cigarettes

Author Biography

Helen Vitoria is a poet and photographer. Her work appears online and in print: elimae, PANK, The Awl, FRIGG Magazine, and many others. She is the author of several chapbooks, a full length collection and a pamphlet forthcoming from Greying Ghost Press. Her poems have been nominated for Best New Poets & the Pushcart Prize. Find her here: http://helenvitoria-lexis.blogspot.com/


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