Elena Knox – 2 Poems

Elena Knox

2 Poems

Steer

the flag falls laps blur into bare facts blood and bone touchstones of nihilistic circuitry: dead pets a brisk succession of breasts he won’t deny he’s lost the cup but ask what sticks from the quick scrimmage of near death and he will tell with why eyes: I saw my jockey’s biceps round with rein strain Alimony because we have fallen out of love (can’t we kiss oysters and crash cars) my shell has shakes and fruitcakes reek in the backseat, in each speeding nostril, in a convertible town where I never knew I was this is the dole after soup season the royal shrug the money left out for a taxi

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