Leah Horlick, 2012 Writers Retreat Fellow in Poetry

Leah Horlick, 2012 Writers Retreat Fellow in Poetry



[Applause] I'll be reading from my MFA thesis and poetry on lesbian domestic and sexual violence that they caught through the trigger money and the shape of my meeting will be to begin with the two most difficult pieces and my B string this is called amygdala which is the part of your brain that experiences close to my neck stress disorder and I think it's what I experienced when I went to the West Hollywood last night amygdala it means you Cazale and it calls lion stomach turn and lung hover it reboots the canal of your breaths to quadriceps large muscle clusters the limbs you hold closer when the flowers arrive it says fire alarm when the new lover or victim sits in the front row it says brimstone and it says yes to tequila and yes to shaking always knees and hands under the arm of the lever in safety it says go home at her you must go home avoid the tall grass and public spaces the darkened locked the staff eat of small crowds and solitude go home the amygdala says this is the Savannah and you spook that's what we call it how I shrink from your hands like horses scoop as if I only need steadiness lumps of sugar for you to pull on my mouth to tell me where to go my final piece today is called ghost mine and I was really pleased to work on it with jewel this week thank you so much things that shut off faucets fluorescent lights lamp summoning send water years electrical meters measurements sirens after the red light has been the generator of back the yards waiting and isn't the tractor parents they always warned would eat my hand if I got too close the wiring in your house so matted and created what circuits at nights when I cry out the lights flicker ghostly blue and ragged when you tell me I'm shut off then something bad must have happened to make me this way the way where I don't want you I feel that three-point hitch whirring hungry close to my hands the blue and Regan flicker of that light the marquee of the Astoria the east bank across the cab that takes me home to the ocean where I am electric nothing has ever happened to me I have never been shut up thank you so much [Applause]

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