8 July 2010 | Vol. 10, No. 2
Salt Years
Whether you salt me or not
We swallow our mouths together.
We call states.
Name together the animals we'd kill
Singing O Dead Angels all the while.
Whether or not I like it we buried
Paper coffee can ink
To a dead girl and dug her up
When we built the boat.
This is the keeping song: Sing
All the salt years preserved.
This is the kicking leg
At teeth For taking
All the yellow and low
Branches out of my mouth.
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About the author:
Shaylah Kloska's poetry has appeared in Prick of the Spindle and Pedestal Magazine. She lives in Chicago and spends most of her time performing in the band Chaperone. She is co-editor of the art/lit zine Little Brother.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Shaylah Kloska at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 10, No. 2, where "Salt Years" ran on July 8, 2010. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
