Everywhere drafts like dead wings beating. We reach for a language, late at night it slips over us a giant seamless glove. We can’t get warm anymore. Even our feet shiver and under our skin a blue longing– like violets in the bones, like bones abandoned to petals, to the teeth of petals.
Babo Kamel was born in Montreal, Quebec. She has lived in the United States for the past 30 years. Her work has been published by the Greensboro Review, the Grolier Poetry Prize, Rust + Moth, CV2 Abyss + Apex and other literary journals. She was the winner of Lilith Magazine’s Charlotte A. Newberger Poetry Prize […]