Image © E. Spear 2017
| by Kathryne David Gargano | August 3, 2017 |
the last you’ll speak & the first my ever
after doesn’t look like you no hair no body i
wake myself with walking knife to the edge
& if i jump i didn’t fall / this dress too long
fabric trap around my ankles / here are my
knees are they everything you imagined? / i
chew through my organs spit out my skin
these teeth won’t hold a gown & thread this
dead wife this throat this cunt away the
hours i spent at your language / milk in the
marble moon / i build a boat out of crater &
dress my shadow backwards / pull the
corset taut i’ll come apart / bury my mouth
at the river
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Kathryne hails from the Pacific Northwest, but isn’t very good at climbing trees. She recently graduated with her MFA in Poetry from the University of Nevada – Las Vegas, and has been published in CALYX, Perceptions, and Alchemy. Her work is forthcoming in Lavender Review, The Fem, Indicia, Heavy Feather Review, and The Colorado Review. You can find pictures of her three-legged pup on Instagram @peternelle3.
E. Spear is a selkie living far from the sea in Chicago.