#poached hare

[bostonpoetryslam]

If you prioritize your body, you prioritize your species. Thus— prey. Thus—I am forever folding into my shoulders. They ache & I ignore them. I ignored the myriad signs.

Bailey Cohen, “Angelo Confesses To The Child,” published in Poached Hare

[lifeinpoetry]

                                                             denial is a race.

                                   I close my eyes, and still see the terraced

           knees of judgement. stay, my love said.

and what did I do but flee?

— S.K. Grout, from “Discretionary,” published in Poached Hare