the things that live inside me / everything i’d never know

April 20, 2019

"pipevine swallowtail" 

photo by Ross (Dragon) 

 

 

the things that live inside me / everything i’d never know

by Kailey Tedesco

 

for the second time i’m told inside me 

there is much witch, much angry mob

 

with pitchfork, no afterlife with too much 

organized church. my grandmother 

 

refuses touch for fear of curse, so 

much blood oozes round my heart

 

upon the sight of a roadside cat, hurt 

forever. i’m of the camp of sarcophagi 

 

drinkers, any pastille to rebrand the very 

etymology of lifeblood. even the titanic

 

left an amniotic sac around its china, rust

water to preserve the sketchwork, make 

 

the remains vampiric for a new 

passing animal. kiss me if you 

 

want — i’m told my hysterics do 

nothing for the creature, the menagerie 

 

of obsidian showing the tigers

of my lounging soul splayed

 

on carpet & coffin. every life deemed

full or too short, but never between. if 

 

grandmother, frightened beyond 

belief by the thought of fortunes, has

 

a premonition much true

my heart will seep 

 

 

& i will finally know taste. 

 

 

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Kailey Tedesco is the author of She Used to be on a Milk Carton (April Gloaming Publishing) and These Ghosts of Mine, Siamese (Dancing Girl Press). She is an associate editor for Luna Luna Magazine. Her manuscript Lizzie, Speak recently won White Stag Publishing's full-length poetry prize. You can find her work featured or forthcoming in Prelude, Phoebe Journal, Muse/A Journal, Sugar House Review, New South, and more. For further information, please visit kaileytedesco.com