objects | objects that are housed in cages | objects that
are filled with sediment and silk | damaged objects |
damaged objects that you still want to keep | objects
that can be seen from space | objects lying supine |
objects waiting to be gutted | every object you have
touched | with your ring finger or thumb | objects
canceled by nature | jealous objects | retinas | objects
sustained by artificial means | objects suspended |
objects lost | the heaviest thing you have ever held in
two hands | your two hands | your broken clavicle |
the filament beneath your tongue | and a bone
between your shoulders | that you forget until it hurts
are filled with sediment and silk | damaged objects |
damaged objects that you still want to keep | objects
that can be seen from space | objects lying supine |
objects waiting to be gutted | every object you have
touched | with your ring finger or thumb | objects
canceled by nature | jealous objects | retinas | objects
sustained by artificial means | objects suspended |
objects lost | the heaviest thing you have ever held in
two hands | your two hands | your broken clavicle |
the filament beneath your tongue | and a bone
between your shoulders | that you forget until it hurts
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 Erin is an emerging poet, visual artist, and witchy woman from South Bend, Indiana. She has a B.A. in English from Indiana University and is now investigating MFA options. Her work, which explores nostalgia, sexuality, mental illness, the apocalyptic, and the strange relationship between the self and the body, appears in Rust + Moth, (b)OINK, Rogue Agent, The Ellis Review, and others. You can find more of her work at erinmariehall.com, silly poetry thoughts on Twitter, and selfies on Instagram. |
