LIZ BOWEN
from Compassion Fountain
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WHEN THE ISSUE IS MY TONE I DOUBLE DOWN
TONE DOWN IN THE FLORAL GUTTER EAT AND EXPEND YEAST BABY INHERITANCE OF FOUL BADGES DON’T U DARE HOLD ME U LINEAGE OF CELLS / CELLS SOMEONE ELSE’S GERMAN MEMORIES TONE A SHARP BROWN IF YOU CAN IMAGINE THERE IN THE SHADOW OF THE POLICE HORSE I CAST MY GENES |
foul dumpster fire starter
I store my dead weight in my relatives’ psyches they don’t even know what I look like the blood locker spills over and over a whole fear flowing in slats what do you think it is we hold mutual / what do you conjure when you say the word “love” when I say you’re a murderer I mean you have murdered death party line marcher I mean you don’t regret a reanimated wheel wielding |
So Fucking Angry I Could Eat A Horse Lmao
No Worse Than Making A Horse A Cop Aren’t You Scared Of The Way I Straightface Killing The Buzz Like A Farmer’s Chemical Everyone Knows A Predator But Some People Don’t Know They Know So utterly unable to show appreciation Next to this singed mustache of a small man And anyway I’m so hungry I could eat a King / have you heard about the president’s Eclipse his leo rising his eclipse in leo Striking the snake from the lion’s hind quarters So what’s so hard about getting angry Not sinking one’s thumbs into one’s mouth Avalanched under three feet of sticks-n-stones Kindling words that can’t hurt Expect to be stuck in there Smoked to the very tip of the tail So did you hear about the New law I made About you: Kiss the ground Eat the rich Sever the bloody line |
LIZ BOWEN is a poet and doctoral student in English and comparative literature at Columbia University. Her first poetry collection, Sugarblood, was published by Metatron Press in 2017, and her work is published / forthcoming in Cosmonauts Avenue, The Atlas Review, Dream Pop Press, and The Wanderer. She spends a lot of time thinking and writing about unruly bodies; care and desire; and capitalism's demons.