Eve Kenneally
Neurotic Anxiety
I text Charlie that I have time, UV ray exposure, particles in my lungs. Long
hair like wreckage to sit with. That I’m thinking about how I’ll feel before
what I’m feeling and while feeling forward and during and after and silence.
I look at an album of my pictures and walk out of every frame. Words fall
off the bone. I peel bone like rind and I whistle.
Eve Kenneally is a Brooklyn-based writer, etc. Eve's poems have appeared in Peach Mag, Wax Nine, and other places.
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I text Charlie that I have time, UV ray exposure, particles in my lungs. Long
hair like wreckage to sit with. That I’m thinking about how I’ll feel before
what I’m feeling and while feeling forward and during and after and silence.
I look at an album of my pictures and walk out of every frame. Words fall
off the bone. I peel bone like rind and I whistle.
Eve Kenneally is a Brooklyn-based writer, etc. Eve's poems have appeared in Peach Mag, Wax Nine, and other places.
Return to July 2022 Edition