is the noose that lacerates the tongue on a breath of deep-fried voice why do you ask? - Rachel Gilliatt
bright windy tassels skip raindrops across sunlight, each finger a kiss wrapped around your stem of heightened poetry. I hear birds whistle by, and waltz with your words a shimmering memory pressed against my skin and you flow through me as I look up to the sky and wait for your hands - Rachel Gilliatt
hospital skin clawing under my nails the scabs from when you were here. the radio still sings - top 40 though. cells are songs untold: non/malignant non/operable or/maybe full of heart beating each other and jumping line one step closer to the end: like that song we all know stuck in our head - Rachel Gilliatt
Mr. Watson, come here, I want to see you. Using the phone is a very unnatural way to talk to someone. knot these tangles barbed wire could comb through the custody of no-man's land a dial tone on hold tapped dry of sign language .. ... now you say you've gone wireless and hang up the anchor coiled around your fingers yet you dial 1876 but still there is no answer when you call - Rachel Gilliatt
only once did I see the sky streak naked eyelashes through the clouds: it crafted breathy fingerprints in stone and laced our palms together in petrified tree rings. it was only this morning I found myself in the hills of your knuckles. my lashes meeting your cheeks as I carved a smile and we wrapped ourselves in wrinkles to keep warm. - Rachel Gilliatt
on the outside knock knock jokes punch lines through doors hauling right; then left behind on a stepping stone path stooped over. riddles play hopscotch with dead-end sobs twisting linty fingers with keys that tickle, tease, and swing high, then low: pushing and pumping air between her legs - Rachel Gilliatt
All about Poetry: Sublime, Ridiculous, Useful
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.