i
the music began like a baby
small faces (delicate fruit sounds)
a terrible noise in the back room
I am folding up baby
& dropping a hole into the well
lost her voice oh no
her eyes stared straight up at the sun
she folds into smaller pieces
origami’s little lamb
pain (oh) starry night
& then she grew again
another instant commotion
silver humming like water
like laughter in a jewel box
ii
there was this game once
I was a bean inside my father’s ear
for lack of skin I crawled out from
an old animal
I walked through mirrors
settled down to sleep next
to the little lambs & my dog spot
~ Mary Kasimor
Mary Kasimor grew up in Minnesota and now lives in both Minnesota and Washington (State). She has most recently been published in the following journals: ‘Yew Journal’, ‘Big Bridge’, ‘Otoliths’, ‘Certain Circuits’, ‘MadHat’, ‘Ditch’, ‘Word For/Word’, and ‘Posit’. She received a Fellowship from US poets in Mexico for the 2011 Conference. She has had several books of poetry published, most recently a chapbook, ‘The Windows Hallucinate’ (LRL Textile Series, 2013). She will have a new collection of poetry published in 2014, entitled ‘The Landfill Dancers’ (BlazeVox Books).