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Basement, 1997, and: My Grandfather's Money, and: Collapse Dance

Basement, 1997, and: My Grandfather's Money, and: Collapse Dance Fiona Chamness Basement, 1997 If you feel like something happened, they say, then it probably did. It. If you feel like. Happened, probably, something (& the something always the same). But oh, if you had the catalogue of all the things I feel like happened— I feel like beneath the stairs down there a cohort of devils, half-faces, black draft of wing. Storm shelter a cold, blue-white aperture to an all-belly cell. The laboratory where the scientist grows monsters as real as the guts of shortwave radio & wrapping paper spooled over the counter. & who can trust a girl circuited to feel like that? Indiscriminate. Instincts wired to twenty worlds. Better to depend on what I know. I know whenever I descended the steps alone I sang. I believed I could keep it all at bay. I was told, if that counts, that I was once found there atop the laundry table, catatonic. & if that unmemory feels like a hole in spacetime, what does that say of feeling like? What does it say 160 of something & how if you probably. Happened. Feel like. Something. They say. Did. My Grandfather’s Money Warmer than summer, more filling than http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Prairie Schooner University of Nebraska Press

Basement, 1997, and: My Grandfather's Money, and: Collapse Dance

Prairie Schooner , Volume 93 (3) – Dec 21, 2019

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Fiona Chamness Basement, 1997 If you feel like something happened, they say, then it probably did. It. If you feel like. Happened, probably, something (& the something always the same). But oh, if you had the catalogue of all the things I feel like happened— I feel like beneath the stairs down there a cohort of devils, half-faces, black draft of wing. Storm shelter a cold, blue-white aperture to an all-belly cell. The laboratory where the scientist grows monsters as real as the guts of shortwave radio & wrapping paper spooled over the counter. & who can trust a girl circuited to feel like that? Indiscriminate. Instincts wired to twenty worlds. Better to depend on what I know. I know whenever I descended the steps alone I sang. I believed I could keep it all at bay. I was told, if that counts, that I was once found there atop the laundry table, catatonic. & if that unmemory feels like a hole in spacetime, what does that say of feeling like? What does it say 160 of something & how if you probably. Happened. Feel like. Something. They say. Did. My Grandfather’s Money Warmer than summer, more filling than

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Published: Dec 21, 2019

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