Brink

completion
essential
drifts
pieces
her
body’s
come
far
enough
every
departed
cadence
huddled
every
pool
of
life
she
bent
them
to
her
night
vein
chatoyant
ink
bump
drip
shut
smells
drain
her
throat
moon
gazing
under
cloak
of
bone
dark
hiss
and
grind

Summer Qabazard is a poet who grew up in Kuwait and now lives in Normal, Illinois where she is a Ph.D student at Illinois State University. Her poem, “All Hands Bury the Dead” appears in The University of Missouri-St. Louis’s literary magazine, Litmag.

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