Poetry by K. Maeby

                ​Timo Newton-Syms CC



cast

apathy lives in
broken bone
scrape-
              pantomiming reckless hope
and burying madhouse
crucified children
               between dead end,
under ruthless palm,
the paranoid plenty
will know hunger
like a lover
and desperation like
                the fool

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​coping mechanism

naked, coy
and dripping with
               contagious flame
in the dark i am a
dream
 the sun bites
cruel,
                unyielding,
                                delicious
survival means more 
than keeping dry
body and
                absent tongue 
- you’ll know ecstasy
by name, 
when
grief is swallowed
hole





to our union

in the temple 
there is a lover -
in the lover,
a temple,
                and so on
intimacy fermented through
beetle worship and antiquated 
                sacrifice
the body belongs to 
                 flesh belongs to
some place we found waiting
in our breath

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K. Maeby is a Florida born creative living and working in the depths and hills of Tennessee. She spends her time glimpsing into other universes and finding the beauty in this one. She hopes you look upon her work and find your piece- a connection, a joke, joy, even disgust. You can follow her journey at @KMaeby on instagram.

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