POETRY: Two Poems by Kassy Lee
THESAURUS dot COM Kassy Lee Claret, maybe? A simple Kool-Aid rued hue. Inside, the body of someone who hates me. Outside, a tree muscles out its raw fruits. The gentle arc of the moon laps up the blood. A puddle of which is subject to the same forces as the tidal ebb and flow. The bay window chafes my outer thigh as we make love. The goldfish knows. He doesn’t grow jealous. I was charmed by sweet kernels of corn between your gap-tooth, the boy with the Dead Sea cosmetics booth, the ripples of a wound. Even if you believe that the horizon is a snake with its tail on its own tongue, a kid on my Chrome browser will still be dead. You’ll go on trying to overanalyze my texts. I’ll go on with my cellphone camera, recording my nephew killing roaches with Raid in order to play it back in reverse. Death happens only once, and then all is rewound. God can make a rusty revolving chamber, like your heart. God can make a military grade tank on a sunflower-hugged highway. That’s within his means. God can make pies as wide as July, a silvered token... Read More