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.
AWARDS AND NOMINATIONS
"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)