POETRY
“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
I buy too much, for someone of my stature.
could pawn a skinny metaphor to purchase a plump skin.
its reputed in our lineage— to daydream a life that shreds our pockets.
Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
I want to roll in this moment until I become its vocabulary
until I smell like the bones
until I am its echo…
Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night;
should have boiled old coffee before noon.
Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”
I have an axe
with hearts gashed
Even as the sun warms the concrete
the long nights’ sensual cold lingers in my clothes.
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.
Any still figure at mid-late evening, when the long shadows make even crumbs appear arranged like furniture.
Yes I am guilty, I’m guilty. A sin was desirable then.
Bring the dancer back to the stalks.
Dylan Krieger’s poetry is unflinching, grotesque, and beautiful. Her work tackles trauma, wrestles authority, and is a decadent sonic feast.
You let the yellow glow
from eye sockets. The building up the street
is burning faster and faster.
He has stories that I am not in
anymore. It’s healed this way.