elizabethburnam

A list of things I’m afraid to love

1. GYPSIESThe pumpkin vine has sprawled across soil, tightly knotted buds of pale canary colors warbled…

Woman carries God inside of her — festering, pulsing, an ulcer.

Who still believe in magic Who quiver like a dream Will comedy become tragic? Will reaching…

As every poet knows, one’s voice is evident like fingerprints: it glows behind every alteredusername and…

The runners: The ones who know what it means to leave and do it anyway, smoking…

The sun rises early in ChicagoLater in ClevelandAnd these big houses carry a big absence of…

Because I headlong fled alone Tonight I’ll go to bed alone When I’ve bled, I’ve bled…

This morning I dusted dead cicadas off the window sill and watched a red-tailedhawk fluff her…

As far as you drive As slick on the road As long you survive As strong…

Love me for a little while Rush to secret house Dreams away to Idlewild Kiss me…

slow slickcyclical weirdwept whip-poor-will poundpoppalpitateconnedkept concentrate room wreckradiate song skin susurrate

Here’s what I love about being human: I get to feel like Jack and the Giant…

When we walk in nature, the animals show themselves to us. Widower. City mouse.Boomer. I am…

“Nightcrawlers for sale”The letters themselves wriggling like black worms across a white post on the side…

If you were seashell, brass, or ivory, trust I’d still be there: A knot of cotton…

& suddenly you’re wrestling (again) with the fucking fitted bed sheet to tuck the corner under…