from Get Your Slip On by Paige Taggart

 

door wide
wake and able hush
into a lettered stream
a version of the past
strengthens intuition
if lions made shelters
then you’d be bled bored?
ripping the stash from your comprise
each a vessel coming your way
you move on
drift weird adapters
in a hide-away trap
you’d be tucked away and so you are stuck
and resolved in limp disposition
harnessed and lacking sensation
forever stemmed
to some bluer flower
fermentation in unlabeled-emotions
giving into the charged duty of making
turning leaves over in your palm
putting them to rest via illumination
brains for breakfast
targets at the shooting range
k-autodidactic
plexus speaks frizzy
shower under the lamp
and it’s just light shattering your face
still breeding down the laurels

 

 

 

Paige Taggart lives in Brooklyn & is the author of 4 chapbooks: Last Difficult Gardens (Horse Less Press), DIGITAL MACRAMÉ (Poor Claudia), Polaroid Parade (Greying Ghost Press), and The Ice Poems (DoubleCross Press). Trembling Pillow Press will publish her first full-length collection Want For Lion and Brooklyn Arts Press will publish her 2nd book Or Replica. She’s an avid jeweler (mactaggartjewelry.com) and co-founded the tumblr Poets Touching Trees.

 



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