Kyle Brown-Watson is a bookseller based in Philadelphia. He has read poetry and fiction on stage for Empty Set Press and the Brewerytown Social. His poetry has been published in Bedfellows Magazine, Yes Poetry, and Luna Luna Magazine. Before that, he worked in advertising, software development, and heaven forgive him, television.
I’d start with the fat veins Work South The empty weeping chirps of valves closing All the gaps and discs and tremors that make me From tooth to toenail Black on carbon black suspended in silence The stupid red haze of your eyelids and nothing else.
My undertows are not the ones I show you Sheets of ice stained with salt and SPF 78 gunmetal grease runoffs sucking back the xenon haze No shells No towels No balls of greasy dough Not even the quiet closure of junkie needles in you heel to Mark the hours passing that […]