National Poetry Month: TWO, THREE by Dawn Pendergast
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.