palisades
i shed light like dampness
to bloodmouth or cotton arches—
that is to say, i like it when my belly stretches & holds
in wind undone for the desert; how fingers hook edges
of bra clasp how dicks harden under cotton bolded
like a cliff but it’s too late— we roll back to standing
prey in woods dark.
hunting ground
seaside slumping & the scene unfolds like this:
in the back of his father’s car a stray elbow hits
overhead light to find blood smeared vinyl.
salt rolls in. wet clay on a wheel & i wax
into this picture slowly mouth upturned
closed-form offering parts undone by darkness.
Kailey Alyssa is currently residing in Longmont, Colorado. She is a graduate of the MFA program at the University of Colorado Boulder as well as the former Poetry Editor of Timber. You can find her work in places like Dreginald, Hobart, Juked, Pacifica Literary Review, Salò Press’ Milk: An Anthology of Eroticism, and The Thought Erotic.
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