by Landon Godfrey

Where shall I hide my things?
—Emily Dickinson

The attic: separated for eternity from its twin, the basement, by architects and their congregation, who segregate root vegetables from boxes of tintypes and the board games of children who’ve moved away. There’s a fur coat in the attic too, made with the pelt of a mammal that would be extinct if not grown to be worn. All the other animals we don’t like to garment are dying out. Maybe termites will destroy the attic. Then we wouldn’t have to listen to roof ridges squeegeeing smudges off the sky’s magnificent blue window.


Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 18, Issue 4.

landongodfreyLandon Godfrey is the author of Second-Skin Rhinestone-Spangled Nude Soufflé Chiffon Gown (Cider Press Review, 2011), selected by David St. John for the Cider Press Review Book Award, and two chapbooks, “In the Stone” (RAPG-funded, 2013) and “Spaceship” (Somnambulist Tango Press, 2014). She co-edits the letterpress postcard broadside journal Croquet.

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