Prick of the Spindle: Poetry: Copeland: Dramamine

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© Dee Rimbaud

Dramamine
By Brooklyn Copeland

So many in their drifting

have rhymed stars with cars while driving
(these idle distractions from the churning

from the white headlights oncoming)

asked whether the smell
of one falling star
is closer to that

of a struck match
or a sliced melon

whether the black mountain teeth
in the felt navy sky

will gnaw the hell out of your highway
before you’ve traversed safely

whether California is a real state,

or a fault line’s passing fancy.

Brooklyn Copeland was born in Indianapolis in 1984. She has also lived in Florida and throughout Northern Europe. Online, her poems are recently published in issues of At-Large, blossombones, Right Hand Pointing, Sir! and Sub-Lit. Her electronic chapbook, The Milk for Free (2008) is available from Scantily Clad Press. She is the co-editor of Taiga Press, which prints Taiga and the Tundra Chapbook Series.