[vc_row row_height_percent=”50″ override_padding=”yes” h_padding=”2″ top_padding=”3″ bottom_padding=”3″ back_image=”56863″ back_position=”center top” overlay_alpha=”0″ gutter_size=”3″ shift_y=”0″][vc_column column_width_percent=”100″ position_vertical=”bottom” style=”dark” overlay_alpha=”50″ gutter_size=”3″ medium_width=”0″ shift_x=”0″ shift_y=”0″ zoom_width=”0″ zoom_height=”0″ width=”1/1″][vc_custom_heading heading_semantic=”h1″ text_size=”fontsize-338686″ text_height=”fontheight-179065″ text_space=”fontspace-111509″ text_font=”font-762333″ text_weight=”700″ text_color=”color-xsdn” sub_reduced=”yes” subheading=”by Jaimie Gusman”]September Manifesto[/vc_custom_heading][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_empty_space empty_h=”2″][vc_column_text]The disposal coughs up the banyan
leaf from last night’s dream.
In the kitchen we sliced our tree
into meaty pieces and used a grill pan.
There will be no more fishing
in the ponds behind the houses.
An apartment building grew
up from the sand and bones
where young couples will learn
to bake and saute their own yards.
This dream presses me, scratches
my throat all day as I pack it tightly, run
10 miles down Kailua Road to the end
where skeleton houses, structures with no breath
lean ever so slightly toward nothing, New Zealand.
The blood smiled through the sea
smiled through me, yet smiled.
I walked through her veneered horizons
back home, where the waves of Evan
and the evening passed on like one.
[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column column_width_percent=”100″ align_horizontal=”align_center” overlay_alpha=”50″ gutter_size=”3″ medium_width=”0″ mobile_width=”0″ shift_x=”0″ shift_y=”0″ z_index=”0″ width=”1/1″][vc_empty_space][vc_separator sep_color=”color-184322″ el_width=”30%”][vc_empty_space][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column column_width_percent=”100″ align_horizontal=”align_right” overlay_alpha=”50″ gutter_size=”3″ medium_width=”0″ mobile_width=”0″ shift_x=”0″ shift_y=”0″ z_index=”0″ width=”1/3″][vc_single_image media=”57571″ media_width_percent=”100″][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/3″][vc_column_text]Jaimie Gusman lives in Honolulu where she is a PhD candidate at the University of Hawaii, teaches creative writing and composition, and runs the M.I.A. Art & Literary Series. Her work has been published nationally and internationally by Trout, Mascara Review, LOCUSPOINT, Capitalism Nature Socialism, Spork Press, Shampoo, Anderbo, DIAGRAM, and others. Her chapbook One Petal Row was published by Tinfish Press in 2011, and her other chapbook, The Anyjar, was published by Highway 101 Press in August 2012.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/3″][/vc_column][/vc_row]
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