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One Who Hears, and: Horse Latitudes, and: Against Darkness

One Who Hears, and: Horse Latitudes, and: Against Darkness ONE WHO HEARS / Frankie Paino It is believed that the place where Sodom once stood now lies beneath the south end of the Dead Sea. I do not regret the need to know what befeU those I loved, what brought unseasonable thunder, shook the earth beneath me. I turned to face the burning horizon, despite warnings from a boy my husband caUed an angel the night before, both of them slouched across the table, drunk and whispering, eyeUds smudged with shadow from the dying candle flame. My poor city. How briUiant the Ught which climbed your waUs until sable smoke extinguished everything and the men laughed somewhere behind me whüe my body grew strangely soüd. Pure sensation, part pleasure, part pain, gripped the arches of my feet then climbed my calves, thighs, left an iron heaviness between my hips. My lungs seared, Ups smouldered--volcanic. A miraculous tongue of Uquid fire furled in my mouth Uke a secret flower. My gown twisted, coüed in smoky tendrils in that arid, ancient wind. I cursed Lot above my waist, unchaste and lovely and his angel as they stumbled off toward some distant city, bringing with them 116 · The Missouri http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png The Missouri Review University of Missouri

One Who Hears, and: Horse Latitudes, and: Against Darkness

The Missouri Review , Volume 13 (3) – Oct 5, 1991

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ONE WHO HEARS / Frankie Paino It is believed that the place where Sodom once stood now lies beneath the south end of the Dead Sea. I do not regret the need to know what befeU those I loved, what brought unseasonable thunder, shook the earth beneath me. I turned to face the burning horizon, despite warnings from a boy my husband caUed an angel the night before, both of them slouched across the table, drunk and whispering, eyeUds smudged with shadow from the dying candle flame. My poor city. How briUiant the Ught which climbed your waUs until sable smoke extinguished everything and the men laughed somewhere behind me whüe my body grew strangely soüd. Pure sensation, part pleasure, part pain, gripped the arches of my feet then climbed my calves, thighs, left an iron heaviness between my hips. My lungs seared, Ups smouldered--volcanic. A miraculous tongue of Uquid fire furled in my mouth Uke a secret flower. My gown twisted, coüed in smoky tendrils in that arid, ancient wind. I cursed Lot above my waist, unchaste and lovely and his angel as they stumbled off toward some distant city, bringing with them 116 · The Missouri

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