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Candace Rex

Ghazal Face

 

You stink like the chicken coop in my neighbor’s yard, that’s why. 

You are the cyano slime that clings to the bottom of a barge, that’s why. 

 

A glass necklace.  A green door.  A child’s harmonica.  

A book of poems sitting unopened on the floor—that’s why. 

 

You’re one of those marauders cruising the sea for treasure.  

You weak link, you fraud.  You’re a cog, a lever, that’s why.

 

I couldn’t care less about your new chin piercing.  What a stud.

Swallow your own rain.  You’re just a hearse holding air, a dud.  That’s why. 

  

 

Red, bitter liquid poured from your heart when I ate you. 

You tasted like lies drowned in tartar sauce from a drive-through, that’s why.

 

You loser, you letter.  Go write yourself across the sky. 

 

You play sick every hour & I’ve lost my mind again on the 405, that’s why.  

 

 

I don’t want you to want what I want when I want it. 

Dark-eyed guzzler, you’re a broken haunt.  That’s why.  

 

 

Hurry now, pull the dress up to your chin and zip it.  

You wrapped your arms around my ribs and fixed it, that’s why. 

 

I told you the truth, who cares?  I left my eyes by your bedside. 

Stroked my tongue until your drawers filled up with lies, that’s why.  

 

 

Like you even noticed, marble-heart.  You maiden, you saint.  

Give me a coin for my slot.  Nothing taken, nothing gained—that’s why.  

 

 

Candace Rex lives and works in Seattle, WA.  Rex is a writer, musician and social justice advocate.   Currently an MFA student at Antioch University in LA, her work is forthcoming.  

About Candace Rex

Candace Rex lives and works in Seattle, WA.  Rex is a writer, musician and social justice advocate.   Currently an MFA student at Antioch University in LA, her work is forthcoming.  

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