Tag Archives: Kara Knickerbocker

Say It

When a child asks, What is love? Describe it as a sunburn— warm glow from swelling stomach like you’ve swallowed the sun whole. Bronzed. Basking. Explain passion as hot hot heat that sears through layer after layer. Learn from the … Continue reading

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Last Night Awake in Bed

and in between the rise and fall of your chest, I pleaded the morning wouldn’t wake you That the war wouldn’t come creeping and rip you coldly from the covers. I know how you must have paced just the same, … Continue reading

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Made With Love

The doctors poured deep breaths from coffee pots, fed me through IVs. They carved a slice in my warm bread of a body served the scar sunny-side up, embroidered my skin to match the napkin they wiped their hands clean … Continue reading

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