Kara Imre
Contributions

Kara Imre received her MFA in Writing from Sarah Lawrence College, and holds a BA in Writing and Theatre from Emerson College. Her work has appeared in Word For/Word, Spooky Boyfriend, and Jellyroll. She lives and writes in Connecticut.

8-legged religion [in time travel]


when I dream         of jungles   and octopi           my freckles give       everything
comes up tentacles     it’s not a mystery     the rabbi feels out of place     the rabbits
more in tact        is that a sign       I can’t recall        just long for less cordless
things          that eventually hatch        the fact’s fiction       the average human
dream      lasts   only 2 to 3 seconds
     Snapple lied        I was in that jade for
days    the trees called me green    midget        look at me fidgeting again    to be
little again       when I made a living         wading in waiting     for that 54”
requirement        MUST BE THIS TALL TO RIDE     I was always too
small       too small       too small      to fly     so today in the terrain     in a bed-
turned-train         I hover undercover        my mind    soars past
         the coasters         and I just climb the coast.



deep sea chemistry


a creature called me from the tree-tops      now look you have gone and caused a
commotion
               when did America ask for talking birds          when
did my nightstand have a question about science         I am getting a bicycle for my
birthday       to pedal forward for a change       tell me       was it in the corn
maze we got lost     or was that our stalky hearts        like shark week thoughts
      we were talking sharply     saying shall we                      in front of the T.V.
covered in spider webs                                our autumn antenna seems off-balance
                                 hello   operator                          give me number
      align.



tricky galaxy


CNN says there’s a tsunami on the sun     who decided to spell tsunami        like
tsunami       it makes me forget it’s a treacherous treacherous thing     stormy
says the dictionary         I wonder     would the light come down in waves then?
       time to surf without a surfboard           meet the origami folding yacht
‘the Situation’ pens a self-help book       cocaine is found in bologna in Holyoke
       dare:               go out into the balmy weather           and find
someone to blame                        tinted windows don’t mean nothing
              they know who’s inside.