FEATURING
MK CHAVEZ
Autobiography # 4 (Temporalis)
I guarded the museum in Kentfield, watching
over the art of the man-made bag lady, her face
emerging from a recycled brown paper
that could have carried a nine-year old’s lunch,
and the sculptural bliss of a pig, his body formed
from uneaten pork rinds, the pig glowed. That’s when
I saw you enter the room pushing like an old man,
edging along the red brick for safety, then came
the vision of modernity, smooth corners, the lines
of a home linear and well behaved, your watercolor
smile in the Tamalpais sunlight looked like orange juice
in a clear glass. Imaged us innocent and beaming
at the shiny toaster, and everything around us
round and yellow, but the chill of the blue and white
terra cotta tile pressed an image into a frame in my
mind. The clunky machine, a dishwasher, helpless,
open mouthed, everyone sticking something dirty
into her everyday, imagined what it might be like
to take it, over and over again, and I ran.
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MK Chavez writes about the beauty that can be found in ugliness. She is co-host of Acker’s Dangerous Daughters, a San Francisco reading series of Cherry Bleeds Literary Journal. Chavez has three chapbooks Virgin Eyes, (Zeitgeist Press) and Visitation, and Next Exit #9 with john sweet (Kendra Special Editions.) You can find out about her up coming publications at www.littlebrownsparrow.com









I love the writing of MK Chavez!
This was touching lady. Another moving piece by you.
What a great turn-around in the last four lines. Like a sharp slap to the face.
i agree. brilliant poem, particularly from the sixth stanza and on.
BRILLIANT!
Exciting, intense work
Thanks for introducing me to MK Chavez.