The 2River View | 23.3 (Spring 2019) |
Lauren Davis Father Fills the Tanks with Bleach I will be so clean living in our one large room And here, the water did not reach. Behind curtains strung from the ceiling, And in the morning, I bath in water unfit for touch. I climb down stripped stairs Floyd Spreads Famine on His Black Horse
He flashes his scale, my village besieged. I prayed The minister homes my family. I rest beneath Floyd, allow me to fatten your stallion Lauren Davis is the author of Each Wild Thing’s Consent (Poetry Wolf Press). She holds an MFA from the Bennington Writing Seminars, and her poetry can be found in Prairie Schooner, Lunch Ticket, and Spillway. website
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