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.

 
 

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