My Brother is Getting Arrested Again
By Daisy Fried
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- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Poetry that, though immediate and heartfelt, just didn't work for me for the most part. Fried has an interesting voice, though, and I'll continue to read her in the future to see where she takes it.
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My Brother is Getting Arrested Again - Daisy Fried
I.
Cordless
I was feeling interesting. I was feeling fragile
so I thought I’d call
and leave you a message.
I was lying around listening to girl singers
on college radio with their guitars singing of pain,
thinking I could do that, though I couldn’t,
though they’re all so awful with their fake little-girl voices.
Wait, I’ve got another call, hang on,
no, I’ll call you back.
OK, that was a girl, she sounded about 12,
she thanked me for joining Amnesty International,
she talked like this: I’d like to tell you? about how thousands
of people? suffer torture and prison? around the world?
just for speaking out against their governments?
So can you send an emergency contribution?
I was feeling like wax paper, cellophane, ashes.
I said I didn’t think she should be asking for more
money when I just joined three weeks ago. She said like
the whisper at the end of an orgasm ohhhhh-kayyy.
Such a sigh.
Did I tell you I can’t drink for ten days? I blame you.
You made me go to the doctor. You said "oh, no,
don’t go, all that can happen is you can die." The doctor
said it’s either Lyme disease or strep. More tests I could
not afford so he gave me this powerful antibiotic
which is supposed to knock out whichever. Drinking
would interfere with the medication. I do blame you.
I was feeling like the phlegm in my throat, like I could
dissolve in a cough, and re-form. I was feeling like
heated glass, a rusted edge, a furnace core, I was feeling
burnt black in spots. I was feeling like snot, sweat,
spit and cum going dry on couch fabric, going dark,
then light and dry again, and feathering off.
Hear that buzz? It means I’ve got this cordless phone
too close to the refrigerator which means I’m too close
to the beers, eleven cold pale beautiful beers. Silos,
horns, test tubes of delight.
I did find a tick on me. It was hooked in my scalp.
I had to pull it down along my hair; pieces
of it squashed off as I pulled. I found it while I was
sitting on the couch, leaning on Ralph, his hair still all
wet from coming in up my walk out of the rain. I
threw it on him. I would have thrown it on you if
I’d been sitting on you, not the dog.
I don’t want to go back to the doctor so I better
get better. He took one look at me. He said "what are you,
burning the wick at both ends?" Well, I want to know,
what do people do in the evening when they can’t drink?
I don’t mean you, you read. Oh somebody get me a
guitar. Or get me a job? With Amnesty International?
So you aren’t my boyfriend yet? But I am
addicted to your skin?
I have to go lie down now. I’m not feeling
very brave. I am feeling like
there is nothing left
in the world except me in this house alone.
Doll Ritual
Spanking the bad, kissing the good ones, that’s a thrill,
poor things. Mornings I lay out all the teds and dollies
with their bald spots, coy looks, rag bodies, hysterical eyes.
Some with chewed-off noses. Some, patches where snot,
pee, has dried. The one I name Ti-Anne, my favorite,