iii

I’m tired of being like you
Fitting into an egg a window a bag

Wind         /I was nothing
I was not a thing         no/thing

And famine in a dream of arithmetic
I want to walk to my own curses

Through mysticism of counting storms
And counting the drone of snow

I am self-conscious as a bone
this flaw in my broken parts
and famine in a dream of arithmetic

Mary Kasimor is both a poet and a visual artist. She has never considered herself a visual person and only began creating visual art in 2013. However, she has been writing poetry for many years, and her work has appeared in many literary journals. She also has several collections of poetry published. Her most recent collections are The Landfill Dancers (BlazeVox Books, 2014) and Saint Pink (Moria Books, 2015).

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