“Tell it to me straight.
Do you anticipate blood?”
I wasn’t there.
I wouldn’t know.
I was out west, gathering.
Had a jack, was taking off a tire.
Was undressed, lying on my side.
It wasn’t me.
I only know I anticipate
fire.
ELISABETH BLAIR is a poet, interdisciplinary artist, and feminist podcaster. Her poetry has most recently appeared in Right Hand Pointing and Brickplight, and is forthcoming in Feminist Studies, cream city review, and S/tick. Her chapbook, We He She/It, is available through Dancing Girl Press. www.elisabethblair.net
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