ah
red lips
red buttons
eyelash well-trimmed.
google myself
once a blue afternoon.
the cannon call
foot to ball
a black flock instead.
woodpecker.
nail.
an eyelash shell.
blue.
14 is the night version.
you and me, bent.
what do
they call it,
parsimony?
the harmony,
parsing?
the harm in me,
parsing?
the harm in me,
the harm in me?
Author’s Bio
émilie kneifel is sick and so is their mother. If everyone’s a critic, em is
everyone at Adroit, PRISM International, Exclaim!, The Puritan, Bearded Magazine, Cult MTL, and Phluff, and everyone’s poems-etc skim in Bad Nudes, Vallum, Canthius, Tiny Essays, and Theta Wave.