- "There’s no place like home," I said to the parti-colored paper cutter—
- not the clip of efficient slicing over the ho-hum Republican Convention
- talk radio splicing
- but the agonized screech of too much cut (whether axed or scalpeled) and rust
- like the tin man’s heart
- when a furtively grown-up Dorothy with breasts bound beneath her
- checkered frock
- hands him a W-D 40 can
- before the poppy fields of Oz (or shall we say Afghanistan), and the ruby
- slippers keep clicking, the would-be wizard gesticulating
- half-melted, only his hands and forearms
- poking out
- of the sand.
Packingtown Review – Vol.5, Fall 2013
Lauren Russell is the author of the chapbooks Dream-Clung, Gone (Brooklyn Arts Press, 2012) and The Empty-Handed Messenger (Goodbye Better, 2009). She holds an M.F.A. from the University of Pittsburghand will be the Jay C. and Ruth Halls Poetry Fellow at The Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing for 2014-2015.