Poetry By Sara Matson

<thursday>

she as elusory night // that unappreciated grey
ligament
rum splendid
gently overdressed + judged
with strict hyperbole

(treasured obscenities of
quivering ancestry +
asteroid belts or
ghost worship)

she remained an
unfulfilled moon
pie sleeping on
piles of black hoodies
always bumming smokes  ​




​<detox>

unscrew reluctant fascination
dependably overlong
splashes

measure forward – memory
perspires beneath blankets

sweat
an abstract tomb  ///

she, a
false emphasis on despair,
conceded hair
ribbons to the
circus. against
unceremonious
destruction she  // kept cooled bulbs
in her breast
pocket fingering
thru glass anxieties until
a grotesque distortion emerged
a weary compromise
of creamy indifference  //
maladjusted forefingers pluck
pornographic appreciation of
random animals    / fucking /
from raw pockets

​

Sara Matson has her MA in Literature from Northeastern Illinois University. She shares her Chicago apartment with her amazing husband and their three young boys, who all happen to be cats. Her work can be found or is forthcoming in Poached Hare, Burning House Press, Occulum, Dream Pop Press, Snapdragon Journal, Waxing and Waning, her mother’s refrigerator, and elsewhere. Sara Matson self-published her first chapbook, corporeal sin in 2014, and her second chapbook, electric grandma is forthcoming in 2018. She tweets as @skeletorwrites.

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