Monday, November 15, 2010

Confession #3

Confession #3

There the nerves twitch.
Then synapses switch
inconsequentially & slap
across the synaptic gap

serotonin, neurotoxins'
cousin, a misfired gun
shot through, a boson
atom of fun

parachuting into digital
circuitry, surgical
wires layering data
into place, stratum to strata.

Mislaid.  Patterns
patchwork together, learn
new avenues
of danger, paths accrue

faultlines of activity,
negative electricity
bounding back along
irregular tracks.

There the nerves twitch.
There the lips jerk, stitched
together, then apart.
The logic of a lie is an art.
 
--Janann Dawkins' work has appeared in publications such as decomP, Existere, Mezzo Cammin, Ouroboros Review & Two Review, among others. Leadfoot Press published her chapbook Micropleasure in 2008. A graduate of Grinnell College with a B.A. in American Studies & twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize, she resides in Ann Arbor, MI.

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