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While Sculpting the Head of a Clown by Thomas Renjilian | Word Riot
Poetry

August 22, 2016      

While Sculpting the Head of a Clown by Thomas Renjilian

The woman died, who’d taught me to swim,
in a crash, years later, and by accident
I tore her obituary into papier-mâché. In art class,
I spread the gluey strip of her across an inflated balloon,
recalled the buoyant foam we wore on our backs
as we dipped our faces, held our breath.
It’s all very stupid, what we do in the meantime.

12512751_10205905310139470_6094987635379665429_nAbout the author:

Thomas Renjilian is a graduate of Vassar College, where he received the Ann E. Imbrie Prize for Excellence in Fiction Writing. Originally from Scranton, Pennsylvania, he currently lives in Brooklyn and is working on his first novel.

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