National Poetry Month: TWO, THREE by Dawn Pendergast

Apr 11, 2014 | Archive, Feature

Two, Three (from The Even)

by Dawn Pendergast


You press your face to the window.

You turn into string.


Hours move like fish

in the room & I watch the pigs

do simple things outside


your hair & fingers laced like straw

touches of mud on your throat.

This poem is from issue 38.2. You may purchase a copy here.