By Kate Finegan
for peaches
eaten ripe
over kitchen sinks in summer
berries plucked from Northwoods balds
arsenic
in apple seeds
skin cells I breathe from
your pillow at night
spiders that slide
down my tongue
in sleep
crowns
from teeth ground to dust
particulate matter from walking
city streets
all the times I bit my
tongue to
blood
all the times I have told you I’m awful
and all the times you have told me
I’m not and all the times
this earth’s
told me it’s awful and all the ways
it has shown me
it’s not
Kate Finegan has a short story chapbook forthcoming with Penrose Press in November 2018. Her work has won contests with Thresholds, Phoebe Journal, Midwestern Gothic, and The Fiddlehead; been runner-up for The Puritan's Thomas Morton Memorial Prize; and been shortlisted for the Cambridge Short Story Prize.