FNS: Waiting for John Cusack to come & rescue us by Krysia Orlowski


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Helen Presents: a poem from Krysia Orlowski

I spin out on the playa
Beneath my feet dust tornados
A pack of dogs
Risk a six inch ring of cliff / jump the cracks
A white pomeranian falls & I reach
Helplessness is a state of endurance
Says the doberman with palest blue eyes
I am waiting for Cusack
I say but I am always waiting
He’s never on time / but he wears a trench
Coat better than the rest
The doberman agrees this is not insignificant
While I wait for Cusack the playa splits
Into the deep blazing effigies spill
The doberman & I / we run we slip
We hang in-waiting
Every time a dog jumps the gap
My fear of falling leaps
Every time a dog jumps the gap
I drop deeper into the dark

Krysia Orlowski lives and writes in Cleveland, Ohio. Her poems have appeared in Barn Owl Review, Dressing Room Journal, and RealPoetik. She teaches Creative Writing at Cleveland State University.

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