Miss Brim on Mr. Hook by Raven Jackson


that man will call your belly
his canoe. unstrap his eyes
from yours. he ain’t
there to see you, see?
let him pull.

them lines are teeth here, moving
spiders in the water.
make your mouth
deep as a bayou—
don’t be still, girl.

last one he got
was pregnant. i saw it.
them eggs on that knife.
all halved and wrapped
in names

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Contributor Notes

Raven Jackson is a native of Tennessee and a Cave Canem fellow. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in CALYX, Phantom Limb, PANK, and elsewhere. She attends New York University’s Graduate Film Program.