When My Best Friend’s First Love Slips Into A Coma, We Sit On Opposite Sides of the Bed QuietlyWe wondered why everyone felt so
young. Why the desert went on forever, homeless and grieving.
poetry
katie grierson
writer in love with love and joy. sometimes i write poems and often times i am eating a little snack.
Redlands, CA, United States
Selected work (5 publications)
The Body: The SaplingThe sapling will grow tall, as saplings do in good soil.
The body will forget the taste of fruit, as bodies do under trees.
poetry
Oranges Are Not The Only FruitJesus, please don’t cry. What you saw was
Holiness, really. Her making me naked
In the car. The steam that rolled down the window
Was holiness.
poetry
The CrushMy poems have the consistency
of a dead deer’s innards, red and throbbing,
leaking out its last liquid. But look—
the flies are rejoicing! They can eat
for three more days.
poetry