My Mother Walks Naked Into the Kitchen by Raven Jackson

Laura Pegram

October 17, 2014

My Mother Walks Naked Into the Kitchen by Raven Jackson

When she opens / blinds, grabs a towel from the sink / red with tomato juice—the dark tuft of hair / hiding inside her thighs

Photo credit: Thomas Sayers Ellis

Laura Pegram

October 17, 2014

Miss Brim on Mr. Hook by Raven Jackson

Laura Pegram

October 17, 2014

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

Photo credit: Thomas Sayers Ellis

Laura Pegram

October 17, 2014

i watch papa bury our dog in a grave the size of a pond by Raven Jackson

Laura Pegram

October 17, 2014

i watch papa bury our dog in a grave the size of a pond by Raven Jackson

my jaws lock in mid-sentence / and hands cover your last white / leg with dirt / i name it / a lighthouse: a jar full of salt: / a longitude line undone

Photo credit: Thomas Sayers Ellis

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