K a t e G r e e n e —

HOT POEM

bored and borer

she hoped

to shape the hoover neck

the sauna broke the plexiglass

inside the wood she imagined

then did

recently ate a grand

black blue

set upon an apple

liked it

NIGHTTIME NOTECARDS I 

she slapped me 

so i had to 

grow a bark 

she climbed me 

so i held her 

in my crotch 

the way the lichen grew

O shadow of a shoelace

O fucked up trod 

let her eyes into my eyes

as we go walking

BLUEBERRY ASH POPLAR LADDER 

form follows faction 

of mallow bone 

skele-scape of 

what we can see coming 

dance walking like an 

as of yet undiscovered 

beetle 

belted 

belting 

long before the blast 

thickstash broom closet 

sweeps away un moment politique

clears floor for what capades 

comet snowshow 

crashes 

we die 

as her smile 

quilts my sockets

SUNSHINE THOUGH YOUR SUN SIGN 

you touch my pointer finger

and it is january 

you touch my thumb and it is 

february of last year 

you close your hand and 

roll it in my palm. mashed potatoes

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