Jennifer L. Knox

May 9, 2024 | poets.org | Hala Alyan |Jennifer L. Knox |January Gill O’Neil

Find and share the perfect poems. Were you hoping for a myth? The fleck of lipstick on a warm glass, soap suds, a vocal fry that feels like home. Tell me where it hurts, baby. There’s a URL for that. There’s a 12-step meeting two blocks from you, here’s a hotline, here’s a Gaelic love ballad. Let’s talk sharks, the number of bones in a peafowl, which gender is more likely to die underground. I dream of a cobalt glow in an empty room. I dream of your warm tongue.

Jul 21, 2023 | zocalopublicsquare.org | Jennifer L. Knox

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