local_library Born, Nov. 63

by Alain Marciano

Published in Issue No. 201 ~ February, 2014

In the autumn of 1964,

I ate a rat — heart and kidneys,

raw and hide — I ate

a dozen of spiders, and

— in the winter of 1965 —

a few flies, I ate,

ire, meanness and bite my

brother to death, my

father to blood, but they

went to the mall and

had fun. I ate

— in the summer of 1976 —

red sparrows, a bloody

leather belt and

— in the winter of 1979 —

Calvino, Bukowski, then I ate

Fante, Proust, melancholy,

Hamsun, I ate, colors,

spiders, flies, a bloody

leather belt again, I ate, my

left forefinger, my right ear,

and nurses, nurses,

and nurses, I ate,

who, locked me out in the world,

where I died alone

of mind poisoning.

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Alain Marciano lives in Montpellier (France). Besides teaching, drawing and writing short-fiction, he also writes poetry. His piems have been published in print and on the internet in magazines like “Dead Flowers (a poetry rag)”, "Ink, sweat and tears", "The Rampallian", "Collective exile", "Shelf life magazine", "Decades Review", the "Nostrovia! Poetry’s Milk and Honey Siren anthology", "Gloom Cupboard", "Scissors and Spackle."