I am breathing now.
I am fine.
Double vision gives me
a headache, makes me
believe that there is more
of me out there.
The glass molder is cold
to the touch yet it keeps me
warm. The doc adjusts the dials,
controls the humidity.
A tech hands him the readouts.
From here, I can see
through the paper, see
through the walls at will.
I am going home tonight.
The doc says that I am lucky.
I can start from scratch,
relearn everything.
I will be safe.
Kristine Ong Muslim has poetry and prose appearing in hundreds of publications, including Aberrant Dreams, Abyss & Apex, Alternative Coordinates, Big Pulp, Dark Horizons, Eschatology, Expanded Horizons, GUD Magazine, Kaleidotrope, OG’s Speculative Fiction, Paper Crow, Polluto, Space & Time, Star*Line, and Tales of the Talisman. She authored the full-length poetry collection, A Roomful of Machines (Searle Publishing) and the e-chapbooks, Our Mr. Flip (Scars Publications), Graphic (Sikworms Ink), and Smaller than Most (Philistine Press). Kristine Ong Muslim has been nominated five times for the Pushcart Prize and four times for the Science Fiction Poetry Association’s Rhysling Award.
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3 Responses to “OUT OF THE MOLDER • by Kristine Ong Muslim”
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April 4th, 2011 at 8:26 am
Head waves. Hi!
Just passing by.
Prefer the crowd which learning saves.
No hard feelings. Just bye-bye.
April 4th, 2011 at 10:00 am
Prefer the crowd which saves learning’s why.
April 4th, 2011 at 11:38 pm
Kristine’s poems always make me sit up and ponder, look at something ordinary with fresh eyes; this poem is no different. Thanks Kristine.