The Rubricator
as
an aside, a wave caught mid crash
ink stippled vellum,
pricked for a fever.
but why should I whisper?
No
blue blush of crustacean
a
cup of ocean is clear,
but drop upon drop it builds until
blue
the rubricator begins
to drool.
In
the morning, the clouds run red.
In
my dream, the water was red.
Boil
the sea creatures,
their shells become
red.
Helen Hajnoczky's first book Poets and Killers:
A Life in Advertising was published in 2010 by
Snare Books, an imprint of Invisible Publishing. She blogs http://ateacozyisasometimes.blogspot.ca/
and tweets @helenhajnoczky.
Her most recent chapbooks are The Double Bind Dictionary from above/ground press, and in False Friends from No Press.


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