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Three Poems By Jenni Fagan

LATE NIGHT VISITS

Take it to the altar
and lay it down
sipping homemade
cherry wine
as your friends
prick says, don’t
upset the witch
she’s having an
off day.
Inevitable then
the screaming
takes only
five minutes
to ensue
she informs
she has a gun
claims my anger
makes me sick
her black cat
closes wearied eyes
the room stops
silent, poised
tense
on the brink
of no return.

***

THE FALL OF THEN

I got broke,
it was an ugly truth.

Bloody
messy
kind of perfect
really.

Can’t believe
this skin
contained the wrong
so long.

The pain
omnipotent

all pervasive
stench of soul decay
breathe it in deep
hyperventilate.

sit up a tree
disappearing

those leaves
must fall you know
they’re what feeds
the soil

it’s all good
so get grateful.

I got broke
took the kind
of kick in
that fells empires

i am not felled

limping, bloody
messy
kind of perfect
really
I can’t believe
this skin
contained
the wrong
so long.

***

THE OTHER NIGHT ONCE AGAIN

My teeth fell out

My heart ran
screaming
for the hills

A notion
wisped by

I grabbed it,
wrung
it into a skyscraper

threw myself
from the battlements
only to find
that I
can fly.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Jenni Fagan, 29 years old, is from Edinburgh, Scotland. A former Traverse Theatre young writer, she has had plays read at Edinburgh Festival and Topos Allous Theatre in Athens. She has been published in Catalyst and pulp.net. She is currently collating a book of short stories and book of poetry called Urchins, Demons, Angels which will include these three poems.

First published in 3:AM Magazine: Sunday, November 19th, 2006.