Kelly Grace Thomas
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Poems

Photo by JULIE KEEFE

Photo by JULIE KEEFE

The Boat of My Body

He tugged at my skirt. Said: vessel.
He hoisted me down. Yelled: voyage.

Yes, I am boat. Was born
half forest. Still think about that axe.

I want to smell like mahogany again.
I want all these hands out of my cabin.

Not to mention the oars,
forced down the mouths
of rivers or-

Noah was the first.

He said: Here is everything
left of this world.

Carry it for me. Your belly speaks.

A soft, wet float.

 
 

SELECTED POEMS

 

"Daughter Be" publish in Cultural Weekly

"How My Mother (Almost) Died" published in Cultural Weekly

"I am No White Dress" published in decomP

"What the Neighbors Saw" published in Muzzle

"There is No Metaphor for My Mouth" published in PANK

"How the Dollhouse Was Built"  published in Impakter

"Drywall" published in Rust +Moth

"How to Eat A Mango in July" Winner of the Los Angeles Poets Society Summer Contest

"Herlizh, Sommer" published in Drylands

"The Marathon" published in Black Heart Magazine

 

FORTHCOMING

"At the Bar My Friend Talks of Bodies" published in The Penn Review  (forthcoming) 

"Life/Boat" publishing in American Literary Review (forthcoming)

"Lost At Sea" published in DIAGRAM (forthcoming)

"Owned" and "Bruxism" published in Tinderbox (forthcoming) 

"I Suggest My Lover Shaves His Beard" and "To the Lobster We Cooked at Kenyon" published in Chaparral (forthcoming)