Sophia Holtz
carnage of a furred mammal
a king bird spits out bones
& leaves them on my roof:
smaller birds. soon the heat
will assimilate us. this is a kind
of sickness. I ask the void
what comes after a tyrant
what it’s going to take.
nothing knows. this is not
a wound to fill with gauze,
with anything clean
you can find. The first thing
I learned about managing pain
was how to endure it.
Sophia Holtz’s poems have appeared in Indiana Review, Bennington Review, Gulf Coast, and elsewhere. She earned her MFA from NYU, where she was a Goldwater Writing Fellow, and is an alum of TENT: Creative Writing. Born and raised in NYC, she currently lives in Brooklyn. Find her at @sophiaholtzzz and sophiaholtz.com
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a king bird spits out bones
& leaves them on my roof:
smaller birds. soon the heat
will assimilate us. this is a kind
of sickness. I ask the void
what comes after a tyrant
what it’s going to take.
nothing knows. this is not
a wound to fill with gauze,
with anything clean
you can find. The first thing
I learned about managing pain
was how to endure it.
Sophia Holtz’s poems have appeared in Indiana Review, Bennington Review, Gulf Coast, and elsewhere. She earned her MFA from NYU, where she was a Goldwater Writing Fellow, and is an alum of TENT: Creative Writing. Born and raised in NYC, she currently lives in Brooklyn. Find her at @sophiaholtzzz and sophiaholtz.com
Return to May 2024 Edition