Mascara Literary Review

Issue 10 October 2011 Prose Poetry

Julie Chevalier

Julie Chevalier’s short-story collection, Permission to Lie, was published by Spineless Wonders in 2011. Two poetry collections are forthcoming from Puncher & Wattmann:  linen tough as history, and Darger: his girls.



 

 

 

haunted girl lines my pocket with headlines

 

girl sends me off forever but to sing     novena sends me girl      sends me off forever     girl sends me to hospital girl reveals the clinic     girl sends me spelling     didn’t send the question     girls sends off clouds from the window     sends me off forever the ward where I was washing a girl     but washing the floor     wanted girl sends me a blossom on a lunch tray     girl sends dead bouquet in the rubbish     a pissing patient girl gave     newspapers send me off girls     forever sang about girl     forever off girls but     moving girls send girls away     forever snow didn’t girl didn’t     sends me axe to shave     stopped     broke the food trolley coming     girl sends me off

 

 

& dribbled catsup on his clean shirt     april 12, 1972

as soon as mr darger left for mass      yeah, four times a day     i sneaked into his room & grabbed the clothes off his chair     really hot water & extra scoops of lux     out of the bendix & pegged to the line     david suggested the goofy old coot take a bath     no siree     we brazillians don’t like to bathe in winter     april 12, hardly     of course he’s not brazillian     i ironed the clothes dry while he was in the tub     the old man grimaced when we yelled surprise happy birthday     just us lodgers & the landlords     in the yard     he bent down to pick up a rusty bottle cap & could hardly stand up again     leaned on a chair & stared at the clouds     he fed hot dog sandwiches to the landlord’s dog     the only thing he said was the good lord always claps thunder on my birthday     i wouldn’t say grateful for the angel cake, no     three pieces     my seven minute icing     the new tube pan didn’t stick    the dog followed him halfway up the stairs to his room