Poetry — Issue 17

I warn writers do not leverage crisis to / elevate your brand. Genocide is no one’s muse …

Look at me. / A heart / cannot be broken more than this …

am I just an abrasion of flesh / acrobat of bone …

In the right mood / I can be jealous of mud …

I sharpened the teeth / Of this burgundy beast / And taught it to obey …

It helps to consider ancient surgeries / from which a patient might return …