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Stephanie Lane Sutton

       Eurydice in Hell

        Orpheus:
Spell home for me. 

        Sisyphus:
A mirror is a bad apology. 

        Orpheus:
Take my wife’s legs like a lyre string. 

        Sisyphus:
A song that runs away. 

        Orpheus:
Her belly but a bowl. 

        Sisyphus:
A birth and a feast. 

        Orpheus:
Spell vanish for me. 

        Sisyphus:
Something that won’t stop spilling. 

        Orpheus:
Milky. 

        Sisyphus:
A boulder is a spinning plate. 

        Orpheus:
Chipped. 

        Sisyphus:
Was there ever a story that didn’t lie like 
a legend? 

        Orpheus:
Was there ever a legend that wasn’t a 
threat? 

        Sisyphus:
There’s no use singing to a wife who 
wants to be a song. 

        Orpheus:
Show me a god who wasn’t born 
beautiful. 

        Sisyphus:
A sailor who won’t drown. 

        Orpheus:
Any abdomen that isn’t a ball of yarn. 

        Sisyphus:
Spinning. 

        Orpheus: 
Unraveling into knit.




Stephanie Lane Sutton  was born in Detroit. Her poems have recently appeared in Radius, The Bakery, and Vocation:Vacation.  She holds a B.A. in Poetry from Columbia College Chicago. More here: http://stephanielanesays.wordpress.com




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