Consumerism
Janice WorthenA song for John Lennon
The
odd knowledge of rooms
filled with values still wrapped,
dust-heavy, bought on an impulse,
forgotten. Possessing non-possessions.
Possessed as in, my heart is a bank
vault. My thumb is a book. My
tongue is an antique table, double stained.
Next door, downstairs, everywhere
are the rooms, are the treasures.
Summation. Summation. Summation.
And how can you deny the impulse
to others? Unable to own you,
they bought all your music.
Unable to own you, you
bought things you would
have loved. When you died
they grieved then celebrated.
The relief of no longer having
to
own.
Issue 14
Global vs. Local
Fall 2011
Nonfiction
Poetry
Eros in Footnote
Matthew Kulisch
Augur of Familial Scenes
Brent House
Household Archeology
Anne Babson
On Palindromes
Elizabeth Robinson
On Grass
Elizabeth Robinson
Consumerism
Janice Worthen
Charting
Anhvu Buchanan
On January 1
Elizabeth Robinson
Fiction
Excerpt from The Fayum Portraits
Kate Moses
Like Nothing
Robyn Carter
Bicycle
Ben Paris
BEYOND THIS POINT ARE MONSTERS
Roxanne Carter
The Sad Sentence
Andrew McLinden
SON OF A FATHER
Tony Press
Art