Elena Knox – 2 Poems

Elena Knox

2 Poems


the flag falls
laps blur into

bare facts
blood and bone

of nihilistic

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


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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