Abstract
The Eunuch’s Happy Vehicle L. S. Klatt (bio) After a waltz through the parking lot, the eunuch rejoices over his spangled car. The car, for its part, is so attracted to heaven that it feels uncomfortable. Is smitten again. Some are born as cars; some are made that way by eunuchs. Some become cars for the sake of the altogether lovely. Back in a time when eunuchs were able to drive wherever they wanted, the spangled car tailed an earthbound taxi that left a fervent place in its heart. Odd to think of cars as having hearts, eunuchs as having transport that might ferry them to & above. Is there a mundane essence that can be buried in heaven like a spikenard? Where else can the car go according to fragrant whims? [End Page 144] L. S. Klatt New work from L. S. Klatt has appeared in Blackbird, Harvard Review, the Iowa Review, Crazyhorse, Drunken Boat, Diagram, and the Common. Cloud of Ink, his second collection, won the Iowa Poetry Prize. A new volume, Sunshine Wound, is due out in 2014 from Free Verse Editions. Copyright © 2014 Center for Literary Publishing
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