Tag Archives: Rachel Nolan

Waking Poem

There is one image of our heads together and I cut them off in the morning, dragging our severed gaping mouths behind me. I start writing my notes in blood and I want to stop writing these poems. I can’t … Continue reading

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A Rut, or Cutting You Out

Today the sun does not rise. Today nothing rises but me, to the window and back like a dull knife wearing away the carpet in hope that it will split open to reveal something. With my luck, it would reveal … Continue reading

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The Floor Plan

is missing. I pass through the rooms like anyone else would who felt like they’d been here before: hastily, looking for clues. This room has your eyes and they are unblinking. My father is in the corner eating his own … Continue reading

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