| Emily Rose ColePAIN SPELL*It's as if I'm at once Odysseus lashed to the mast, & also the sirens' shattering
 counterpoint. Think rope-burn & crush
 syndrome. Think Zippo, brushwood,
 six months of drought. Think of pain as
 the peregrine's notched beak, the bandsaw
 incarnate, its suffering whine, its greedy
 teeth. The fact is, no metaphor satisfies.
 
 My best attempt so far is how our hero
 didn't know whether their song was a jinx
 or a blessing until he'd thrashed under
 its power long enough to learn that "or"
 is circumstantial at best. How he wanted it
 not to be a premonition of where all loved
 & unloved bodies go.
 How there was nothing
 he could do but listen.
     Emily Rose Cole is the author of a chapbook,  Love &  a Loaded Gun,
 from Minerva Rising Press. She has received awards from Jabberwock Review, Philadelphia Stories,
 and the Academy of American Poets. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Best New Poets 2018, 
Spoon River Poetry Review, The Pinch,  and Southern Indiana Review. She holds an
 MFA from Southern Illinois University Carbondale and is pursuing a PhD in Poetry and Disability Studies
 at the University of Cincinnati. Visit  her website at  emilyrosecolepoetry.com.
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