Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Three Poems by A.J. Huffman

Because Battery

acid does not contain caffeine, I pour
Diet Coke down my throat every morning, hoping
to either jump start my body or finish it off.  I move
egg whites around my breakfast plate with true indifference
while awaiting some physical response.  I listen to the clock tick,
like the time bomb my body has become, visualize
the completely unappetizing corrosion dissolving
portions of my stomach as I continue to drink.

Life is Like a Bag of Cheetos

Full of hard pieces, devoured
without thought of consequences.  Potential
choking hazards that dissolve,
a mouthful of memories that stain
everything they touch.

Simulated Beach

Dripping with unprotected layers of coconut
scented oil, I surrender myself to electric
clamshell.  Stretched inside this closed coffin,
I force-feed sounds of imitation
wind and waves through twin earbuds, entwined
in hair that never moves.  I bake to a bubbling
350.  Tan, I emerge without lines or grainy
tracks across my skin.

A.J. Huffman’s poetry, fiction, haiku, and photography have appeared in hundreds of national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey Review, and Offerta Speciale, in which her work appeared in both English and Italian translation.  She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press. www.kindofahurricanepress.com

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