on days before this I was less
myself/ am now cultivating habits
pretending / I’ll never quit
in the year of the great lordless
landlocked/ in transient
state made out lakes teach
me how to drown/ hypothesis
to go/ further in/ folklore
comparing women/ me
meaning/ nothing shocks
not anymore /even
dog collar/ between
the great divide
my legs
am I laughing yet
smoking mouth cool/ carbon
steal(ing)/ money but not
clumsier/ oftwins
falling from windows
half story/ half dressed
no beginning in site
to experience construction
just this once/ twice
three pours/ tequila
to get into fight/ electric
you homunculus throw away
after each use
singing mute & scraping teeth
against the roof/ satin
& buried alive/I am
one/ who needs
to be convinced
attaching everything
attached to me.
C.M. Keehl is a poet & tree admirer living in the forest of Michigan with her dog. She has a microchap UNTIL THE FOXES with Ghost City Press & a chap forthcoming with Reality Beach. Recent poems appear in Souvenir Lit, Heavy Feather Review & Public Pool. She tweets @cmkeehl