s a r a h    b a r t l e t t

On Your Heels


I feel the nip
of God
Teeth like a noose
inside the animal
another whole animal
grazing on fear
and milk
Your skin spread out
by the fire
a luxury of salt
Love rhymes with
surgical realities
I keep writing it
down and losing
the piece of paper
Stop saying
why did we have to
meet like this
We met and loss
accumulated its toys
decorated the front yard
with flamingos
I'll marry you here
I'll marry you
because the heart
begs to waste itself
Coke can crush
more blown out than
a dead face
more perfectly red
When I imagine you
I imagine a childhood
vacant as the inside
of a balloon
Your face a subtraction
calculating until
you finally factor
yourself out



SARAH BARTLETT lives in Portland, OR. Her debut poetry collection was the recipient of the Subito Poetry Prize and is forthcoming in 2015. She is the author of two chapbooks, My Only Living Relative, just released by Phantom Books in 2015, and Freud Blah Blah Blah, published by Rye House Press in 2014. She has also co-authored two chapbook collaborations. Her recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in: Lit, Fruita Pulp, Cloudbanks & Shimbleshanks, The Volta, and elsewhere.

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