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J.A. Carter-Winward
J.A. Carter-Winward is author of Grind, The Rub, TDTM, and Falling Back to Earth, and the award-winning "No" Poetry Trilogy. She's also the author of two short-story collections, Shorts: A Collection, The Bus Stops Here and Other Stories, and a successful, locally produced stage play, The Waiters, nominated "Best Local Event" in 2014. Her work appears in anthologies by Vita Brevis Press, Write Bloody Publishing, HSTQ, and several paper and online poetry publications. In 2014, Carter-Winward was voted "Best Local Artist" for her literary and visual art. J.A.'s upcoming releases in 2021 include: If It Stings... That Means It's Working (a poetry story), Work in Progress: Dialogues & Poems, and Killing Scott Lark: A Novel. Official website for Ms. Carter-Winward: www.jacarterwinward.com
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No Secrets - J.A. Carter-Winward
no secrets.
ja carter-winward
Binary Press 2014
© 2014 JulieAnn Carter-Winward. All Rights Reserved Published by Binary Press Publications, LLC
ISBN-13: 978-1-61171-026-7
ISBN-10: 161171026X
shh
no,
i’m sorry.
i can’t keep a fucking secret.
~jacw
new year
so i decided
that i wanted to make at least one new year’s resolution
that’s doable,
so i’m going to start using the word motherfucker
more often.
cliché
it was a dark and stormy night.
she took off her panties,
the clouds parted,
and he saw the sun.
1
hole in the asphalt
the hispanic men worked on the road and gazed up at me as i drove by, coming down from my big house
on a hill
in my shiny car.
don’t they know
when i open my eyes
every day
i gaze into
an abyss
that threatens to
swallow me whole?
i wave at them
as i coast past
their bulldozers
and gloved hands.
2
artist’s hand
my hands have paint on them.
it’s an echo of my insides
displayed on every canvas
i touch.
there are so many paintings
because no
one picture
can paint
the inner workings
of my whole self--
so i paint
and i paint
and i paint
and each piece captures
something of it,
some dark corner,
some bright spot,
some undulating line
that makes no sense,
some color that clashes with another…
and then i start over,
while the last piece
i craft
from the inside-out
dries
in the sun.
3
famine
he made love to me
with a rose
because it was all
he had to off er.
popular
she blew them for fun
then she blew them for money
then she did it
because in their eyes
was the only way
she could see herself
clearly.
4
care-full
after rough sex
i started to bleed inside.
they had to cut me,
release all of that black and red-but the cut had to stay open after the procedure with a cloth drain that had to be pulled out slowly,
agonizingly,
inch by inch,
every day
until it healed.
at the time my ex was eager
for me to get back in the fuck-saddle.
sex was so painful
but he didn’t care,
which was what got me into trouble in the fi rst place.
him.
him not caring.
5
heroes and villains
his impulses are good.
his mother had told him
and he knows she is right.
he listens to
one
while telling the other
it will have its due
when glass buildings topple,
when trains careen from bridges he will unleash his hero
and save that day-
but until then
he must feed
the hungry beast
who craves
the suff ering
of innocents.
eight
i stood at the deli counter
waiting.
it was my sixth stop of the day and i had two more.
i looked around
and for a brief second,
i bent my knees,
almost going all the way down, to kneel down on the fl oor
and sob.
6
self-amuse
people always seem to look vicious when they laugh at
their own jokes
made at the expense of others.
texas
our relationship was good by email, good by phone.
but when i was around him
we didn’t click.
i felt like i was in the presence of a dear friend-a brother,
but i wanted it to be so much more.
in the end
i realized you can’t force something that looks good on paper
to feel good in person,
no matter how many times
you drunkenly fuck.
7
woman-speak
women have a secret language
and they speak it through eyes and the upturn of a mouth,
with hands
and their whole being
rippling in time to unheard music.
their words come out
and they are banal
and harmless;
but that other language they speak is decibels louder-i’ve never understood their language even though i’m female,
but when i’m around them
i fi nd i understand one phrase: i’ve got
we don’t like you
down pat.
8
nostalgia
round-toed keds sneakers again doll talking to stuff ed animal again grass on my bare feet again
mom’s carrot bread again
believing in god again
hot chocolate after school again our fi rst kiss again
snapdragons magical again
santa drinking eggnog on christmas eve again grocery shopping fun again
brigham city peaches again
my religion is true again
family badminton games again
my sister a gypsy princess again paper dolls again
the fi rst boy who liked me again riding a bike with a basket again safe when i’m sick again
patches sewn into my pants again dad’s cologne again
feeling immortal again
grandma’s backyard tree again
cinnamon rolls on christmas again easter hymns on sunday again
playing catch with my big brother again i want it all--
i want it all over again.
9
estelle
i used to visit her
in her store all of the time.
she is in her mid-seventies
and still bleaches her hair
white-blonde.
she gets body wraps to tighten up her fl abby arms.
i don’t come in as much any more because it’s always a chore
to wait for her to ring me up and out.
she’s forgetting a lot now.
it could be her age,
but i suspect it’s the
vodka on her breath
she tries to hide
with spearmint gum.
why
some people fuck to forget.
some fuck to remember
the everlasting him or her
of that long ago place
when a touch meant
nothing
and everything
and then nothing again.
i remember to forget
the fucking feeling
of feeling
like nothing.
10
guy
he’d hung himself.
he left behind kids
and two ex-wives
and so someone thought
it would be a good idea
to make a fucking facebook page commemorating him.
all of his mormon high school friends wasted no time
putting up
refrigerator magnet sayings
on the page
complete with rainbow graphics, pictures of kittens
and i thought
what the fuck?
i joined in the fray
and tried to advocate
for his family left-behind,
his kids,
who surely didn’t want to hear banal platitudes about god
and heaven-
this was grief, godammit--
that sinking, black,
hollow, lonely,
angry, helpless,
anguish-place
that has no rapport
with feel-good sentiments
hung up with
this week’s grocery list.
i got hammered by them all,
of course-
11
but the worst hammering came
from the children themselves,
when they