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BLOODNOTES

Michelle R Disler

HOMICIDE FOUR

I looked at that fingerprint card on my desk every damn day.
—Jerry Disler, Sgt. Det. Ret., Michigan State Police

Head shot cane lamp tool stands suspect. Dead the talk people dead the hedge clippers dead the wooden cane the bedroom the bedroom the prints cane stain pain house clippers cane.

Dead the talk the fracture the clippers blood shoes house wounds. Stain and pain on cane on clippers suspect standing thirty years on my desk every damn standing. Blood type hers

clippers hers murder standing stain the dead tipped talk tells. Wounds shoes wearing chair blood lamp wearing bedroom blood bath. Think house think prints think room bed room

bulb room lamp bulb where bulb wounds there. Head happened hedge house homicide.

Head lamp thirty years print print shoes.

 

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HOMICIDE FIVE

Sample spirit such as clothing blood prints such as tissue such as. Prints and property police has such as. Isolation as such as such as spirit sample. Such as samples suit up spirit

collection discarded the dead discarded such as. However the hospital nothing nowhere nothing such as somehow this person this discarded person body blood body samples police

prints and property such as. Such as given that which means no longer collected become and become and become given that such as nowhere nothing body not person not police

Hazmat however such as. She is he a hooker homicide a looker samples blood prints tissue hair all samples only all which means requires the such as body property police in fact

infection no longer has become such as. Homicide hospital has somehow a body such as.

Suit up sample spirit.

 

 

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I grew up with my dad's loaded police-issue pistol on top of the refrig in the kitchen when I was young. And though my dad never really brought his work home in the unmarked state police car he drove for work, he seemed to live and breathe what he called later in his career "dirty and discouraging work." He began telling stories about crime scenes and open cases as my brother and I grew older, and I began asking questions, and eventually the intersection between the science of crime and the artistry of poetry came together. The more we talked, the more spell-binding the conversations and the writing became. "Dirty and discouraging work" on my end too in a way; it can be difficult to work on any one poem for very long. But a homicide?