Sister Monologue

Have you ever –
like –
I know what fear smells like
I get it on my hands

 
Help, little sister
Help me:

it’s probably still in the stupid package
and I’m too naked
to get it open

This is a reprint of work originally published in Can We Have Our Ball Back?

Elisabeth Blair is a poet, composer and feminist podcaster currently based in Michigan. Her poetry has previously appeared in publications including S/tick, Wicked Alice, Dead Flowers: A Poetry Rag, The Literary Bohemian, Lilliput Review, and Acumen. In 2016 her first chapbook, We He She/It, was published by dancing girl press. In 2017 she was an associate artist at the Atlantic Center for the Arts, studying with poet Heather McHugh.

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