BREATHING By Bryan McCormack BreathingThe father’s breathing steadied to a light, sputtering hum. Outside his door, the son listened carefully, ingesting the hum’s vibrations, producing another sputter in his eardrums.It was like this before, when the son was a boy, and it continues its elevated, indeterminate path.Every night, the vigil took place to ensure the father continued breathing. Had the hum ceased, the son had no clear plan only that he, in his own way, willed the moment through his mind’s power to imagine, replicate, and cease breathing.The electricianThe electrician is supposed to come at 11:00— The toggles don’t work.Powerplant Transmission lines Transformer.The leg bone is connected to the Knee bone. The switch loop is connected to the Fuse box.The charge goes round Go round The circuit breaker.How much radiation, Do you suppose, Electricity gives off?Put a tuning fork in it—How many Watts, voltage? The gauge reads Hz. Enough to make my bones glow, incandescent marrow. Bronze BellsTiered hilltops Etch out the landscape waiting for the bronze bell.A procession walks over green Grass towards a craftsman’s arch.Rolling hills spin Towards the arc, An escalator’s motor Keeping them moving.The more they strut up The hills, the longer the procession’s Tail weaves, side to side, Like an excited and nervous dog.The tail rattles and a white dress Floats against the summer’s Breeze. Gently, she hovers, Waiting to enter the arc of Splicing hemispheres. Aerosolroses bloom In middle American Households Clinically proven to Stave offCO2, carbon emissions, greenhouse gases, and the smell of antiperspirant deodorants.Triple action sanitizer kills most germs. Bonus: 50% more— for easy access, place your hands around my neck and pop the cap.Promotional marketing solutions to problems that haven’t even been created yet.A slash- proof knapsack and RFID blocking sunglasses to protect against pin unauthorization, recommended for safe travel.
To prove that you aren’t a robot, type the following: Aerosolroses bloom Across middle America Holus BolusDepth is only one surface Removed— Wind modulates into the foyer’s Unbalanced foundation; Further still Into the fireplace’s Alcove and out The chimney in reverse, Because it wants to do it again.The dimensions don’t compute, Top or bottom, but the depth, The depth removes surface In undulations because It wants to do it again.The hand that wavers, The foot that stalls— They want to do it again. About the Author: A native of Tampa, Florida, Bryan McCormack is a graduate of Eckerd College and the University of South Florida. He currently teaches English at Randolph Community College in Asheboro, North Carolina. |
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