Lizzy Burnam 🐞

  • Three years of forgetting

    1. Yolk You enter the poem to remember who you are. Inside, the walls are dark…

  • The picnic table

    You don’t want the meal, you want the company.  You want the collective chewing,  the instinct…

  • A girl is not a broom

    A girl is not a broom. A broom is not a stomachache, nor  the sound of…

  • Automata

    You are human only  in the spaces  between what is non-human:  the clump of wet soil, …

  • Vae victis

    The men have no interest in telling time; they will wait or they won’t for you.…

  • A marigold’s cure for grief

    hunger is a reptile  sunbathing in the heat  of your belly. some nights you slept while …

  • An empty apology

    I confess to being proud of shoulder like the red-winged blackbird, gentle of heart  like the…

  • The art of unkilling yourself

    The morning after your suicide you peel your body’s edges down like string cheese  and find…