FIVE POEMS
Sep 01, 2019
3 minutes
KIRSTEN KASCHOCK
Explain This Corpse
Why is it drowning? Why unpinned
floaty locks, inset with fallen
leaf&filth as if any buoyant trash
were jewel? Why painted pale—
not pale and bloated? Why more adored
minnow-lipped than when she
breathed air, spoke? Why love we
such dank ophelia? Why rather this
only dead only girl? I won’t. Any-
more I prefer nunnery. For me, mine.
My crush of crones know several rivers—
one is age. We row it sure, dip&pull.
We throat coarse boatsong thru lipsunstriving since birth towards blue.And so this
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