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A stroboscopic narrative depicting the infantile side of warfare, and the martial violence of childhood, in the guises of psychosexual murder mystery, memoir, and hallucinatory, incestuous love story.
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Red War
by Elizabeth Reddin

RED WAR

I.


The black hole is a bedroom lined with the skin of a fish; sink to the bottom of it and find me, like my grandmother, tallying my most tedious routines in my final moments.

water the plants
did you make your bed
don't step on the cracks
did you brush your teeth
my teeth need to be brushed
I'm tired
did you wash your hair
I'm tired
did you wash your hair yet
have you washed your hair
did you wash your hair
have you washed your hair

When you're lying with your head in the grass it looks green to you if you are thinking about green. It's night and the cold reminds you of how old you are. When you touch a building you slide down it's side, it's impossible to scale the unheard screams.

Record what you wore, and who you were sitting as. He said he had to capture his memories before they were gone. You retrace - look into first story windows.

You said, run in the flames run in the flames
You said, run in the flames run in the flames
You said, run in the flames run in the flames
You said, run in the flames run in the flames
You said, run in the flames run in the flames

Before anyone knew they were losing, the table was loaded with fruit, the fruit on the table deceives them.

Run in the flames around a burning blanket, it looks like an old wig you wore trying to make yourself look older, now you are that old and a sliding glass door breaks your face open.

Hail to Mary
Hail to Mary
Hail Mary
Hail to Mary
Hail Mary

On my knees I remember how quiet I am supposed to be, on our knees we're meant to be quiet - in church, in bed, in the square where we've lost our Indians, in church, no laughing. no moaning. no crying for yourself or for anyone.

Under a grindstone you have your teeth removed. I go toward a fantasy of watching your face behind a light, who's face do you see, when you see a face unbound.

Flowers reach to the peak tops of every mountain and throw themselves lifelike from the crests.

Dinner is a toe, how do you work with that.


II.


I don't know how to peel you off of the ground. Let's not take him from his mother.

Put him back! Give him to his mother! Jump the landmine!

You can't shoot your car in the head. Mirage town coos to me, eat your vegetables, brush your teeth.

What are teeth mother? Let's go swimming where our brothers sleep, take me, I have no pasture.

I rescue my old wig in time to meet you.

So go, I know your freedom sends you in circles; I walked one city block for three hours today - by the end it was almost a flight lane, a dirt road.

I don't take off though, I take the bus home, and have whatever I want. I have whatever I want. I have a meal, and I have whatever I want. I have whatever I want.

Why are you crying? I wanted a hotdog. I wanted a piece of candy. I want a piece of candy.

Shut-up kid.

In my dream I shot a monk in the back seat of a car. I did it for a woman her hair was long and dark. In the end she complained because I never wanted to sleep with her. I had too much on my mind just then and she was always fighting with her daughter. The monk I'd shot resurfaced in Malibu California where I was living at the time and he hunted me down in a yellow cab along the coastline. My woman found a miserly old man to marry who counted his pennies by moving them into piles with the tip of a toothpick. I saw them, she was complaining, she hadn't changed a lick. She was pushing him in a rickshaw up Canon Road but I was being pursued, so I jumped into a tall green bush. I could see the cab from where I was but I didn't think he could see me, so I krept on behind the dried tumbleweeds. I looked down over Pacific Coast Highway and watched the waves crash. As I went I took off my suit jacket and rolled up my sleeves. When I looked down to the highway I saw my persuer, but this time he looked just like me, he was also rolling up his sleeves. The yellow of the dried out grass blended with his hair like mine, he pointed at me between the eyes, got out of his cab, and walked down the highway leaving me behind.


III.


When in uniform I follow the directions given me by the commander. Salute, I salute. Take her to the sacrifice rock! In uniform I take myself to the sacrifice rock.


IV.


How do you know there is a war

Because they tell me I have an enemy

What does it look like

Like a wide open field filled with everyone I have ever met


V.


Enemy I adress you! Pull your
hat over your eyes so I will
not recognize you.

I want your life band.


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