forest light on your skin
clatters
what does a sinkhole
smell like
we are sinking
floating fishes
mold and permutations
i’ve always been afraid
of the umber in your eyes
you are singing
a song
you were always singing
a song
voice of a dog’s
bite
the above world
doesn’t know we are
missing
you wouldn’t
kiss me
blame it on
the daisies
when you touched
me i became a
patient
waking up
during surgery
i tried to call out
but my own song
wouldn’t come
Daryl Sznyter received her MFA in poetry from The New School and her BA in creative writing from Pepperdine University. Previous and forthcoming publications include Word Fountain, Best American Poetry blog, Noble / Gas Qtrly, Bluestem Magazine and anthology Theories of HER. She currently resides in Dunmore, Pennsylvania.
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