7.08 / August 2012


listen to this poem

The two threads of your lips push together, then jump to meet the pinpricks dotting your pupils, dancing above the luminous shirt as soft as your skin as soft as the hair on your arms, your ears perfect like little spoons opening, onto the white wall that records the name of every man you’ve loved, every mouth you’ve felt brush across your thin threads.

Kejt Walsh lives in Eugene, OR, and enjoys walking around in the rain. Kejt's poetry has been in places like Architrave Press and Bluestem. Kejt spends time reading too many books at once, petting dogs, drinking chai tea, and thinking about vegan food and the prison-industrial complex.
7.08 / August 2012