Kylan Rice
Open Season
I unburden bone; inside
the bird: a jangle of steeples and angels―
no wonder, no shit,
not an ounce
of horror or color, and nothing,
nothing to worship.
I unbox god from his bottle,
learn later even stars eat their young.
Even kids conceal something,
enforcers of the thaw,
informants with dirt on the tit,
built up on a bilge of milk & honey.
Orchids irk the living room,
open, filter out the tiger funk.
But what else is unshut by daylight?
A banned bird? A cut-up guitar?
A hand scar? I shell oranges
as they're the next brightest thing.
What I can't keep good & quiet,
I bless before eating.
What body I can't hold down,
I kiss & kiss before leaving.
Kylan Rice has poems featured or forthcoming in decomP magazineE, Brusque Magazine, SOFTBLOW, Projector Magazine, Extract(s), Jefferson Monthly, and elsewhere. He served as poetry editor for Inscape: A Journal of Literature and Art from Fall 2011 to Winter 2012. He lives and studies in Utah.
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I unburden bone; inside
the bird: a jangle of steeples and angels―
no wonder, no shit,
not an ounce
of horror or color, and nothing,
nothing to worship.
I unbox god from his bottle,
learn later even stars eat their young.
Even kids conceal something,
enforcers of the thaw,
informants with dirt on the tit,
built up on a bilge of milk & honey.
Orchids irk the living room,
open, filter out the tiger funk.
But what else is unshut by daylight?
A banned bird? A cut-up guitar?
A hand scar? I shell oranges
as they're the next brightest thing.
What I can't keep good & quiet,
I bless before eating.
What body I can't hold down,
I kiss & kiss before leaving.
Kylan Rice has poems featured or forthcoming in decomP magazineE, Brusque Magazine, SOFTBLOW, Projector Magazine, Extract(s), Jefferson Monthly, and elsewhere. He served as poetry editor for Inscape: A Journal of Literature and Art from Fall 2011 to Winter 2012. He lives and studies in Utah.
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