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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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