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Jessy Randall lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado. She is an occasional guest editor of Snakeskin. The 2River View has published Dorothy Surrenders, an online, illustrated collection of her work.
The Diminishing Father

My father slices off
the tips of two fingers
with an electric saw.

I cannot picture this --
my father doing physical labor?
My father crying?
Blood?

But I can picture him
decreasing in mass
slowly losing more and more
parts of himself
until there is nothing left

and I mean NOTHING
not me and my brother
not progeny
we are not part of him.

He is only part of us.




Dream of Peeing

I dreamed I was
looking for some place to pee,
and then I was peeing.
I woke up and Maggie was the bathroom.
I said "Maggie, may I come in --
I dreamed I was peeing."
She let me in and said from inside the shower
"It's nice to have dreams." I said
"and now my dream is coming true."




Cactus

I accidentally let
my plant die

Went away for vacation
with the window shut
and the heater came on
(although I wasn't there to feel cold)
and my small cactus
keeled over.

I came back to
a hot place and
a plant, soft,
that should have been sharp
and hollow,
that should have been firm.





We Rang the Bell at the Restaurant

We went somewhere
so we would have something
to talk about. Something
to remember, to build
the history of us,
the story that is ongoing
instead of (as it seemed
for years) over.
But did it really seem over?
To me it did not, but
this was always
a secret.

We drove through
rolling hills
(that really rolled!)
and we tested
my new birth control device,
and rang the bell
at the restaurant.
We breathed
"I love you"
with every breath.
We held hands
at the seminars
and pressed our legs
against each other's
at the banquet.
In the hotel room
I laughed so hard
I hurt my back.

You put your arm
around my shoulders
while black and white
silent pictures
reeled by on a screen.

After you,
there can be
no other lovers.
The sentence
"You are my
true love"
is suddenly
fresh; it sounds
new, and
beautiful, and
even
possible.

(c) Jessy Randall 2002
Jessy Randall lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado. She is an occasional guest editor of Snakeskin. The 2River View has published Dorothy Surrenders, an online, illustrated collection of her work.