The latest in our FORTHCOMING series of excerpts from new books
“my only scar from childhood / is a two-inch stripe on my knee from changing / baby siblings on the floor”
Tag: poem
Scars are better than photographs / to remember things by.
You tell me to keep my ass out of the road, and to stay the hell away / from the poison ivy and Virginia creeper because my skin reacts to / everything.
She only recognizes the girl in her photographs. // The boy I am recognizes her in photographs.
the cup’s round mouth // gives a satisfying quiver / between the teeth
sharp lady heels sinking into the future // drawn fatefully in my tat of moth lace
(poetry)
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