“How I regret not opening my mouth, the down-lit cast of my glance where I studied that quality, sun- runner, gold bodied, how could I answer you with all this earth piled on my tongue, your limbs just stripped of anger, how could I say, yes, there is something on my mind rushing up as river in a loc…”— Kenzie Allen, narrativemagazine.comTagged: Collarbone, Body, Poetry, skin, Light
“My thought at the collarbone: how the skin carries its light. One breathable membrane, an onion nerve filled and luminous. One half a current-ridden circuit, one hollow for these shoulders, curled spine. Wrists undamaged and strong ankles, free of any hurt.”— Kenzie Allen, narrativemagazine.comTagged: Collarbone, Body, Poetry, skin, Light