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.

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