ISSN: 1941-4137
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
Rebecca Connors’ poems can be found in DIALOGIST, Menacing Hedge, and Tinderbox Poetry Journal, among others. She lives with her family in Boston, where she is currently an MFA candidate at the Solstice MFA Program at Pine Manor College. She has too many plants and a weakness for regency romances, horror stories, and disease ecology. She also has a tuxedo cat named Lizzie. Her first chapbook, Split Map, will be published this spring by Minerva Rising Press.
He Has A Hatchet
& stories in a language only
his friend could understand.
We’re in a cave-like attic, drinking,
eyes dim-bulbed. Crated together
I can’t help if I find his hatchet
more interesting. The head smooth.
Such weight. Blade sparkles my blood
feral. My arms are made for swinging
& while he’s adventuring wild inside
his head, talking through the dance
of cigarette smoke, his friend reaches
to me like to a baby. I laugh, bourbon-
burned. I wave him off.
He’s says I don’t know how
to hold it, though my grip is right.
This hatchet makes indents in my skin,
up / down my legs, ridges in valleys
pink. Perhaps he thinks I don’t have
the pressure to near puncture point
to which I say, show me the thing,
& I will do it.
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published monthly by Glass Poetry Press.
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All contents © the author.
