I Love Those Stags
I mounted the fake stag.
This one had necklaces hanging on his antlers.
I predicted he could actually hear me.
I was tired.
See, I had been blanching and icing all day.
Also making delicately fried chicken.
I provided cloth napkins for everyone.
They all came over and we drank.
Some said this was a happy moment.
Some promised to never return.
I mounted a cold fake animal in the night.
The highway glittered out like real America racing in circles.
Why, why, why, did they all not go home?
I provided chicken, napkins, opportunity—all of these things.
Still, those crazy cold stags refused to leave.
With a tender stomachache I pretended to dry heave into a bucket.
This sent them galloping into the uncertain night.
- 06.25.14 | Natalie Lyalin featured in the PEN poetry series
- 02.14.14 | Natalie Lyalin's Try A Little Time Travel is reviewed in Jacket2
- 01.31.11 | A review of Aquarius Rising and Try a Little Time Travel in the Sink Review
- 12.14.10 | Ventrakl by Christian Hawkey is reviewed in Rain Taxi
- 12.08.10 | Chapbooks by Natalie Lyalin and Garth Graeper are reviewed in Coldfront
- 11.19.10 | Ventrakl, To Light Out, and Try a Little Time Travel reviewed in the Poetry Project Newsletter
- 09.19.10 | HTMLGIANT author spotlight on Natalie Lyalin and Try a Little Time Travel
News and Reviews
Natalie Lyalin is writing some of the best poems in the world. There is an evil in her gorgeous poem-hearts. She must have sold her heart to the devil to write like this—so beautiful, so funny and so strange. Her images stack and stack down the page without spilling, each line such a bombshell you'll start reading backward to the first line. These poems are like babies—they will pop out of trees.—ZACHARY SCHOMBURG