the tired place

the tired place

by Rebecca Kokitus

cage dancer mannequin

in someone’s front yard

this town is the cage womb

I first existed in

snow nursed grass,

downy yellow

turns green when I’m not looking

the baby green of april

fades fast

the children grow up feral

and die by twenty-five

summer glowers

and the woods become

dark and matted

poison oak tangled with daisies

the sun’s in my blood like whiskey

I feel overripe, river silt plush

the mildew honeysuckle smell follows me

I’m calloused and wild as the land

Rebecca Kokitus is a poet residing in the Philadelphia area. She is a student at West Chester University of Pennsylvania, where she studies English with a concentration in Writing. Her work has been published and is forthcoming in over a dozen literary journals. You can find her on Twitter and Instagram and @rxbxcca_anna, and you can read more of her writing on her website:

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