Mary Kasimor's work has appeared in EOACH, Big Bridge, 2River, Glasgow Review of Books, Nerve Lantern, 3 AM, Touch the Donkey, Posit, Yew Journal, and Otoliths. Her recent poetry collections are The Landfill Dancers (BlazeVox Books 2014), Saint Pink (Moria Books 2015), and The Prometheus Collage (Locofo Press 2017). She has also been a reviewer of many small press poetry collections.
in the nature shop
i
the baby is well dressed And naked
in a country of blink STARS
it touches A brain and the envelopes OPEN
the navel gazers huddle
Under a Tree LOST
you are left in the nature Shop
Drinking from A cracked river
the spider Feeds you honey
you eat your own BLUE skin
AND know continuity is hopeless
from Orchards
from things that bump into EACH other
Earth heals only TENdrils
of what you Might FEEL
the ocean RESTS happiness
ii
some days placid are the same And
the same are similar
and NAMING
on the blank EARth
on A blank page
each THEN the blankness of things
since flash by
and we try TO gather them together
found in old places and Stores
selling second
hand as New
to the new to the CHANGES
searching for One selves
And themselves managing the sun
and it IS a beautiful
morning ORange light
green holds your hand
and Special paths
Located under your SKIN