On A Ladder, Everything Is Low

Empty womb a penis—shedding.
Three kittens flat-furred under tyres,

so we painted cloud-ceilings
of grief on ladders.

November broke us
so often we began mourning

dead moths.
You haven’t been in our garden

since Christmas stopped
suggesting new puppies.

Maeve McKenna lives in Sligo, Ireland. Her writing has been placed in several international poetry competitions and published in Mslexia, The Haibun Journal, Fly on the Wall Press Magazine, The Cormorant, San Antonio Review, The Galway Review, Boyne Berries, Sonder Magazine, Skylight 47, 100 Words Of Solitude, the Bloody Amazing anthology, Culture Matters’ From the Plough to the Stars: An Anthology of Working People’s Prose from Contemporary Ireland, and widely online. She has work forthcoming in Atrium, The Ofi Press Magazine, Black Bough Poetry and Rat’s Ass Review. In 2020, she was a recipient of the Arts Council of Ireland Professional Development Award and is working towards her first poetry collection.

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