May 2011 - Comments Off

To Sleep: Angry

Hannah Kucharzak '13

Grapes, inconsequently
placed on ice
for days oh years
fleshy green burst skin

slab of
plateaued antarctic
crystal glue. The bed

turns on its side.
Not our nights.

Actualized nipples,
for once and now
sheathed;
sewn pleats. Wished

communication: wry
ample verdict sounds.
Large shell

home.

Esteemed or red-
stringed-finger sky
depending on the
activities. This was

a careless one.


About the Author: Hannah writes with her hands.

Published by: in Poetry, Volume 67: Issue 2

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