POETRY
“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”
Okay, picture this: We’re in an elevator. The elevator shuts down. It doesn’t matter where we’re going, only that we’re alone.
He has stories that I am not in
anymore. It’s healed this way.
I slumped in front of a massive desk, a passive patient corroded with failure and dread.
Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
I would always rather be happy than
dignified. Rather held than held
in awe.
Dylan Krieger’s poetry is unflinching, grotesque, and beautiful. Her work tackles trauma, wrestles authority, and is a decadent sonic feast.
Mostly he ate what was put on his plate
snuck coffee grounds or dirt for a snack
Once a zipper Unzipped
the strands of your hair on the bathroom tiles aren’t sketching defeat. that’s you spitting disease in the face with another day you’ve woken up to.
I tap at the alphabet while a single deer
taps at the dirt beyond the brush
on the far side of the tree line.
