10/1/2018 Tautology By Elisa KarbinFfion Atkinson Flickr CC
Tautology We rock in our sockets, twinned lullabies, mirrored viscera. We are the other’s lungs & lobes, so full & electric-veined in our hothouse skin. Wake, sister. Wake & scare back the roiling band of suited men swelling at the horizon. We, with our boreal tongues, were born to devil the black traffic of their encroaching. You see how it is that we are alive because we are deathless— interminable beasts beat in our breast. We endure, healed by the puncture of our blood-oath birth. Such a rumpus, it’s unison wail, this sister-fever. Elisa Karbin's poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Indiana Review, West Branch, Notre Dame Review and Blackbird, amongst others, and have been nominated to multiple Pushcart prizes. Her chapbook Snare is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press in 2018. She is a PhD candidate in poetry at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee where she also teaches.
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