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  April 2017
volume 14 number 1
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  home   (archived)
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  Shawn Aveningo
  Stefanie Bennett
  Paulo Brito
  Holly Day
  Marvin Louis Dorsey
  Neil Ellman
  Timothy Gager
  Jerry Garcia
  David Herrle
  Julia Knobloch
  Marie C Lecrivain
  Emma Lee
  Ron Lucas
  Karen J McDonnell
  Alison Ross
  Walter Ruhlmann
  Rishan Singh
  Bobbi SInha-Morey
  Zev Torres
  RK Wallace
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Holly Day
April 2017



    Holly Day has taught writing classes at the Loft Literary Center in Minnesota since 2000. Her published books include Music Theory for Dummies, Music Composition for Dummies, Guitar All-in-One for Dummies, Piano All-in-One for Dummies, Walking Twin Cities, Insider's Guide to the Twin Cities, Nordeast Minneapolis: A History, and The Book Of, while her poetry has recently appeared in New Ohio Review, SLAB, and Gargoyle. Her newest poetry book, Ugly Girl, just came out from Shoe Music Press.



Train to Gainesville

It's very hard to cut yourself on a moving train
without doing real damage. Even though the shocks

on most city express trains are pretty decent, there's still flotsam on the tracks,
bits of broken concrete, dead cats and dogs

bumps in the road that cause the cars to sway just enough
to turn what should have been a single straight, hairline crack, just enough

to let out the pressure

into a crazy spurting hole that looks like the result of a back alley knife fight
a mugging gone horribly wrong. You have to choose your canvas

carefully, the tough skin on the top of your leg
the area right above where your shoe ends, some place

easily hidden. The inside of your thigh, that long, white stretch of inviting flesh
is not a good place to cut on a train, it's too soft, goes too fast

too messy and prone to accidental rending. That's the spot you save
for home, with the lights down low, no curious onlookers trying to decipher

what you're doing with your hands underneath your open notebook.

copyright 2017 Holly Day