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. 






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



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