Tom Whalen
“Litany”
from Dolls

That, though she loved her doll, she made it pray beside her bed each night…
     That she held the doll’s tongue between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed as hard as she could…
     That god is of a wickedness unknown to man, for which she loved the doll…
     That one day, like Nerval his Aurelia, she overheard the name of Jesus on her doll’s lips…
     That the music she hears is not of this world, nor the tongues she speaks, nor her eyes…
     That when asked by guests what she wanted to be when she grew up, shouted, “Many! Many!” then peed in her panties…

Caketrain is a literary journal and press based in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Our interest is in bringing you, reader, the very best in contemporary creative writing, full stop. Our goals are for each issue of our journal to submerge you in a birthing tank for gelatinous language monsters, young masses of tentacular foci undulating as directed (in all, at once) by our eclectic stable of contributors; for each new book we publish to seduce and ensnare you, sometimes intangibly, always undeniably; and for you, reader, to be able to draw at least one passage from our banks that prods your mind with such precision and power that it feels as if it was written for your eyes alone. To wit and to whet, here is a snippet, a slight nip of our delicious lit mix:

Copyright 2003-2006 Caketrain Journal and Press. Rights to literature revert to their respective authors.
ISSN 1547-6839.

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