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Erica Wright
Erica Wright is the author of the forthcoming collection Instructions for Killing the Jackal (Black Lawrence Press) and the chapbook Silt (Dancing Girl Press, 2009). Her poems have appeared or will appear in such places as Denver Quarterly, Drunken Boat, New Orleans Review, and From the Fishouse. She is the Poetry Editor at Guernica Magazine.

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Erica Wright

Aviators in Search of Employment


The whales arrive,

and we board them.

They need navigation

since losing the Pacific

and its trash.

We need the comfort

of forestomachs,

to nestle into that

fleshy patience

until reefs require

attention—pull up.

The submariners

are forever lost

to those old iron-sides.

We are they now.

Lethargy settles

into our limbs,

and when we reach

the sunken cities,

we shut our eyes



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to the mossy skeletons

of those who came

before and were qualified.

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He who transplants, sustains


Our possessions grow alien

to ourselves. We spend days


picking silverware

from the neighbor’s field,


saying, “Lord have mercy”

and “What a harvest.”


During tornadoes, ditches

trump entryways.


We head for the mailbox

as the siren comes for us.


Maybe she respects our gall,

but it would be the first time


nature noticed us at all.

Someone says, “the storm




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has made a meal of this place,”

but our goods don’t merit


digestion. She vomits them

in the nearest town:


Franklin or someplace

we’ve never even heard of.

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Museum-Store Scams


There’s nothing to buy here we don’t already own:

plastic reliquaries and medieval gardens.


Let’s postcard us instead. You won’t be saying

anything about my escapades with machinery;


I won’t be dusting dandruff from your jacket.

In August, the unicorn is stabbed, and also


in September. Every day, in fact, the lance

is in the belly, and without flood or fire, will stay.


This is one reason people pray for the end:

to be dislodged.




Copyright © Erica Wright. White Whale Review, issue 2.2

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