Repeat Customer

Sarah Marchant

 

 

Hello, Ron.
Have you got a family? Are they well?
Shall I murmur the names of
refrigerator parts, shivering between my teeth?

Fixated on the format of my vitality:
cold-cracked lips, naive little fingers.

Demanding, probing,
cursing, inciting,
exciting.

Lick up my leftovers. I keep you
under my bed – outside the confines of my self.

 

 

Sarah Marchant is a St. Louis poet who organizes her dreams in her sleep and struggles with being fully present. Keep up with her work on Twitter.

 

Image by Jenny McDonald.

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