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Ava C. Cipri

Sister-Shadow

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//
I wonder the difference
between true ribs & floating ribs

as a possum opens its sternum—
housing nesting dolls,
so many foiled sister-selves.


//
The world splits: forest tares free of sky
& the sun swells.

Days pass into another like blurred cargo on a train—
night’s moon a solitary eye raises the tides.

Stars drop like locks from the dark doors of closets; my sister refuses food.


//
I spend three days on shore before the last boat,
departs. Soon all the women leave—cross over.

What language is spoken; distant, distant song?
Who cares to own the sea, to seek dilute fairy blood?

The red-haired man offers no explanation for taking my sister.


1600 Smallman St., Pittsburgh, PA

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//
Once Metropol, Greek for Mother City.
I lean into the No Trespassing sign.
Remnants of the industrial club—
the silver glint of a mirror:
maybe the bathroom where
we drank, smoked cloves,
& fucked. Maybe the one
behind the jewel-liquored bar.

I'd rather its brilliance burn
than be gutted like the other
Strip District warehouses—
multimillion-dollar condos
rising over the Allegheny River.

The pillars still stand.
The ruins sift twilight
almost to the stage
& the mosh pit rises
& falls like a wave
under Trent Reznor’s angst:
Terrible lie. Terrible lie.

Our bodies, a chorus.
20 year-old me:
wearing what Link called
Fuck-Me Red lipstick & nails,
black ripped fishnets,
cutoff shorts, crushed velvet
black leotard, Doc Martens.

//
Oh, to Ministry,

Nitzer Ebb,

Lords of Acid,

Front 242,

to Soundgarden,

Flaming Lips,

Public Enemy,

Violent Femmes.

Oh, to Hole.

//
Praise the dancing body.

Praise the buried body—
once moving, untethered,
knowing nothing of
limits & assistive devices.

Hey God, I believed
your promises.
Your promises & lies.


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