Alison Powell
from Caketrain Issue 05

With you in this house, my face wears the numerous
crashes like badges. Under the floorboards a zoo

of vibrations from your basement music, lolling
on the turntable, volumes of a mystery novel series—

your tongue’s divided, there’s another, and I haven’t
figured out how to tether you to anything.

If you were a rash I would sing; a tornado, roll
like a dog in your orange urgency. But you’re

a jinx. So go on, drop on by—I’ll keep my distance
front and center, igloo-vested, shoulder to the wheel.

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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