The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Laurie Byro’s “Luna”

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laurie-cloistersThe Lighthouse Keeper

The lighthouse keeper kills his mother.
It’s the same old story. I walk the neighborhood,
head bent low with frost. This could be a crate
filled with sea glass. Two poems rubbing against
one another on our porch. I’ve abandoned
one or both, sharpened my longest nail, filed it
to a point, shoveled snow and ash to snort you up
my nose. I’m tired of straddling a white
picket fence. We breakfast on Tab and Tylenol.
You fuck your mother over and over, rattle her
like teeth in your back pocket. I start drawing finches
with black crested tiaras. It’s all in the way
we walk, my friend. Seaweed tied to our wrists.
Naked-eyed I look out to sea. The lighthouse keeper
has stifled her heartbeat finally. The light shines
through blue Siamese eyes, remote enough
for one of us left and still afloat.


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Losing Paradise, poem by Elizabeth Alford (MY MANE MEMORIES Poetry and Prose Series)

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Losing Paradise
by Elizabeth Alford

my hair was once long
and too thick — like
the swollen-bellied serpent
who may not feast again
for six months

too easily whipped
by the merciless wind
like a slave who needs
one moment
just to breathe

and seeking respite
from split ends
is as fruitless
as the endeavors of Eden

we were slaves then —
conditioned to obey
God, desire,
even the snake

yet we didn’t just eat
knowledge—
we devoured it

my hair was once long
and too thick — but now,
I think I’m losing it

my combs and brushes
are full of shame, and I can’t look
myself in the face

and every strand that drifts away
is another fall from grace

PHOTO: The poet’s high school yearbook photo from 2005.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: According to WebMD, “losing up to 100 hairs a day is normal.” Okay.

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