Laressa Dickey’s chapbook Mimesis, synaptic (£7.50; hand-bound) contains ten intricate, rich prose poems. In honor of its publication this week, we’re proud to reproduce one of them here:
Every book a man book. In…
Every book a man book. In 1983, Matt Martin jabbed a pencil into the flesh above my left knee, and you fled your country at night by plane instead of mountain. I had seen neither but felt the blood ooze down my leg as I peeped toward Ms. Ingram for God’s sake. In the middle of her clicking compact and lipstick measuring. My words coiled in the keel of my breastbone.
—from Mimesis, synaptic, by Laressa Dickey. © 2012