Tag: Jacqueline Boucher

  • Jacqueline Boucher Poetry: “Radioactive”

    Jacqueline Boucher Poetry: “Radioactive”

    In the aftermath, the first things to grow are the horns. We fleshy ibex in threadbare sweaters clash in subcutaneous bump and grind, in hemorrhage & broken bone. I leave one eye at the foot of a gutted soda fountain, tin of ravioli clutched in my fist like pennies. Before: we got gas there, swapped…