Merry Speece
Aware the Un
An elderly second cousin says the Second Coming, says the Second Coming. As per usual I’m not paying attention and she disappears. But not before handing me a book that says you sin because you are a sinner. I am so often ungrateful for what others think is kindness. Think of the ungrateful dead. I do. Don’t say dead, say unalive. I am aware the unalive are ungrateful. This is fucked up, a sociopath said to me repeatedly with the intelligence of a pinball machine. Unfuck it, angel.
Merry Speece has published two chapbooks of poetry and has been a recipient of a state arts commission fellowship in prose. Her mixed-genre Sisters Grimke Book of Days (Oasis Books, England), which one reviewer called a prose poem, is a work of fragmented historical scholarship.
A Song for Merry
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