7/9/2018 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. Comments are closed.
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