Andromeda
I dislike being picked up
So don’t
Set me among the constellations
I cut off your head
and slept with it, strung up over mine
Spot lit by naked bodies of women
Duh for the obsession
on death
I will summon whatever again
I would masturbate
being bound to a rock
Being grabbed at
your skin looks good
You have something over me Maybe I don’t crave permanence I lean late
Who ever heard of a man turning
women to stone
Castigation
so much as another idea
intimacy an anchorage
that I am trying to dispel
Rodentia
Into good
To contemplate clean
There’s a lot
To say
With this old thread of recollection
To say
There’s a glass cage
That’s being emptied
Leaving a residue
A mild scent
In the freezer
Balled up and stiff
For the entire season
Until the backyard is softer
Regardless
I wrote a list
Marked the calendar
Checked the ground
Eulogized a little
About the dainty
Sweetness
From the dirt
Katie Ebbitt is a poet and social worker. Her chapbook, ANOTHER LIFE, was published by Counterpath Press, and she has contributed poetry to the upcoming anthology Rendering Unconscious (Trapart Books, 2019). Her work has appeared in Tupelo Magazine, FanZine, Queen Mob’s, Prelude, and Deluge, among others. She curates By The Way reading series in New York City.
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