so much fame it takes to invent the body
like a fart in the cathedral

after centuries of indigestion
quietly I erase the anonymous body

all the embarrassing details come to life
the parents surface as dirty laundry

faded grandparents hide behind sacks of flour
slung over mountains walking on decrepit sheep

black holes dug up for fertilizer
the queen’s roses flourish
today the eye squints on the back 40

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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