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Elizabeth Bishop
by Glenn Shaheen

I said I wanted to read the collected poems of Elizabeth Bishop by Friday. You said she was seriously coming between us and that we needed to do some real work. This is indicative of a lot of problems. You dance naked in front of the mirror, you genius. I am regularly ashamed of every part of my body not enveloped in shade. I want to watch the symphony perform a work of sincere tragedy by Dimitri Shostakovich (preferably the 8th Symphony). You want to watch the girl punk band who perform in bikinis. Yeah, that's art babe. You say you hate cats. I say I hate dogs. I don't know if those are really oppositional. The poems you point to in the collected poems of Elizabeth Bishop I am reading by Friday I find trite and annoying. The poems I point to you find impenetrable. Just kidding, of course. I stopped pointing out poems to you a long time ago. I learned my lesson. You sometimes say you want to be alone. I just want to want to be alone. I say the world is my canvas. You say the world is your toilet. On that one I probably agree. The chair you liked from IKEA was sparse but comfortable. The chair I liked from IKEA was impossible to lift and full of stuffing. We settled on a love seat neither of us really wanted. It is also comfortable. You are disappointed that the cover of the Elizabeth Bishop book is pink and think that is sexist. I agree, but say that the cover of a book of poems is essentially meaningless. I call you three times a day but you never answer. You text me ten times I day but I can't figure out the way text messaging works on my new phone. You can't sleep in the bed after sex because my snoring is too loud. I can't sleep in the bed after sex because I have a real problem with getting too warm at night. A human being is like an electric blanket. We live in the south. We have heat in abundance. I can't stress that enough. You sometimes agree, and sometimes you are cold. If I moved to hold you then or now, I'm not sure if you would cringe or tremble with anticipation.

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Glenn Shaheen is a poetry MFA student at the University of Houston. He is a Canadian expatriate who grew up in Florida. His poetry and fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Rhino, Subtropics, Pebble Lake Review, Zone 3, and others.

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Issue Twenty (March 15, 2008): The Cockroach by David Barringer «» Trestle by Matt Briggs «» Worried & Wondering by Aaron Burch «» Dead Dog Rising by Kate Hill Cantrill «» Tinder by Chanel Earl «» Scrape by Utahna Faith «» Arlo's Big Head by Stefanie Freele «» Wei-Ch'i by Vanessa Gebbie «» Last Fall by Katherine Grosjean «» David Dreams of Australopithecines by Savannah Schroll Guz «» The Last Stop by Jenny Halper «» Blue by Stephanie Harrison «» Cadet by Tiff Holland «» Slam by Liesl Jobson «» Beret by Darlin' Neal «» Camp by Elizabeth Oliver «» We by Patricia Parkinson «» Seconds Are Ticking By by Nik Perring «» Brother by Sue Powers «» Carol by Sophie Rosenblum «» Elizabeth Bishop by Glenn Shaheen «» Favorites by Gail Siegel «» Blank by Michelle Tandoc-Pichereau «» Medicinal by Girija Tropp «» Interviews: David Barringer «» Matt Briggs «» Aaron Burch «» Kate Hill Cantrill «» Chanel Earl «» Utahna Faith «» Stefanie Freele «» Vanessa Gebbie «» Katherine Grosjean «» Savannah Schroll Guz «» Jenny Halper «» Stephanie Harrison «» Tiff Holland «» Liesl Jobson «» Darlin' Neal «» Elizabeth Oliver «» Patricia Parkinson «» Nik Perring «» Sue Powers «» Sophie Rosenblum «» Glenn Shaheen «» Gail Siegel «» Claudia Smith «» Michelle Tandoc-Pichereau «» Girija Tropp «» Cover Art "Male Figure" by Marty D. Ison «» Letter From the Editor
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