by a contributor
Jill Ann Mceldowney
Kelsey strays in on the edges of soliloquies
water rings on your nightstand.
Parking Lot Under Your Window- ragged ear tomcats, swoop like owls at the corners of
dumpsters, the color and texture of salt.
“I want to show you, I want to show you, I want to show you.”
Her voice is bloody and full of resurrection.
Kelsey takes me to a sepulcher in the woods
a rock formation arming in the gypsy eyed galaxies of the both of us,
overturned boats, red stag bottles, peach pits
photographs never taken- now all ash.
“This is where he burned the bodies when he was done. I want to show you what he burned.”
Her hands on my face, I realize I want to have tea with her too.
She’s crystal ball reading me because when you share a person
you share more than bong hits and Facebook friends.
Above us, the clouds are rolling in and the nooses that hang- ready to use- sway from low trees.
Jill Ann Mceldowney is a model & poet who lives and works out of chicago. Her work has been printed or is forthcoming from foothill lit mag, BLOOM, ghosttown, and smokinggluegun among other notable publications.
See more poetry from Jill tomorrow.