Tag: Ethan J. Hon

Elegy for a Forty-Three Pound Woman with Mental Retardation Autumn and you are in your mother’s house. __________Plants no longer turn _____but fail down to the soil _______________from which they sprung. To be sure I can’t speak properly to you until Winter _____when the kindly rescuer appeared to find you alive and moving, resuscitating a growing need on a soiled mattress __________—whisper body— one chain away from death in a room you’ve never escaped. _____Thus you, my joyless seed, sprout. ____________________Could you often hear _____the butchers’ feast being torn into by mouths in the outer rooms? Partitioned again the body that is end-stopped. This world __________did not fall from my head. _____An ornate impotence arose with the descent of you, and instead of the too much to say to tell a truth, I’m burdened by a phlegm-thick mouth, my sounds _______________throat bound and the entire vocal __________apparatus breaks at the [...]