“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