You climb the fence a rung and a half—one for each year you’ve
been alive, and I say, The fence is not for climbing;
you might fall down on the other side. But you say you wanna go boom there,
Author: Alphabet Ravine
Lydia Rae Bush (she/her) is a poet rooted in lyric and dramatic traditions, currently exploring collaboration, intertextuality, and ekphrasis. Rae's work is Best of the Net nominated, examines embodiment and social-emotional development, and includes Free Bleeding (dogleech books, '25), Keeper, Seeker, Dragon of the Sea (Bottlecap Press, '25), and All the Little Church Girls' Paper Dolls (fifth wheel press, ‘26. Lydia is an associate editor for Sage Cigarettes Magazine, and can be found pretty much anywhere, generally wiggling.
When He Prompts
If my emotions have been mangled,
let us not say that they’ve been
disfigured or mutilated.
Let us just call them crushed—
ground into a fine powder
woven throughout my tapestry,
you / personally
you……………personally
…………your style and voice
Manipulate
They want to hold a marriage conference,
where we’ll all nod, say, “Oh yes,
marriage is hard,”
like it’s a grand secret, where we will not
say how, but we will all know
about Adam and Eve’s greatest practical
Acknowledgements
I
seem to have talked a lot,
so my
mouth is very dry,
Some Flesh
“Sorry, I was
talking to myself,” I say
to the imaginary
person who caught me
talking to an imaginary
person,
miss your it’s your all your
my hands miss your scent
my ears miss your taste
my brain, it’s your figure
my tongue, all your thoughts
Unfreeze
Maybe I should do the response that involves breathing,
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