National Poetry Month: TWO, THREE by Dawn Pendergast

Apr 11, 2014Archive, 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.