The 2River View | 24.2 (Winter 2020) |
Katherine Fallon Past the reservoir, an old gelding, back bowed his cupped belly, keep sexless flesh clean I remember you then. What hope I’ve had. When I Died When our dead brindle greyhound returned from his feet. Beneath the barren apple tree, against the linoleum. I am come back to you, click-slide-pop of my jaw when I locked it kindly guided the fugitive bone back in place, hunting me, barefoot, floors creaking to let me in unlit spaces, hear your deep-sleep shuffle, fast, certain you’ll catch me, and let it go slack, wanting never to be disappointed, I figured death have found me and, wanting all, always, from you, I never wanted this—Katherine Fallon, with poems in Colorado Review, Foundry, Juked, Meridian, and elsewhere, will be included in Best New Poets 2019. Her chapbook, The Toothmakers’ Daughters, is available through Finishing Line Press. website
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