divide and i may fly:
into a prismatic crack-cleft i nose dove and into me the pink pushed like weather falling heavy the internal gloaming of you my wrists are blushing as i continue singing inside the spirit of fibromuscular paneling arch back my corpus delectable and i betwixt the bones mystic as an ovum clandestinely curled like a fox the gristle glowing in my mouth God is hidden here somewhere and on we quiver oh the room is shining i encamped womb-side and the universe bawls back i jail-broken languishing laughing legs akimbo inside yours

Aimée Keeble’s work has been published by Scalawag, Lighthouse, Forward Poetry, Killer and a Sweet Thang, Southlight, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Oh Comely, All Those Things Left Unsaid, The Medusa Review, and Ink, Sweat & Tears.

She has exhibited her poetry at Flint Gallery in Norwich, theprintspace in London, and the Superette Gallery in Paris as a part of Never Turn Back, a photographic project headed by Dean Chalkley. The two have collaborated on a publication titled One, which is available through Antenne Books. Aimée has her Master of Letters in Creative Writing from the University of Glasgow and is represented by Ayla Zuraw-Friedland at the David Black Agency. She is the grand-niece of Beat writer and poet Alexander Trocchi.

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