William C. Blome's work has previously appeared in Poetry London, PRISM International, In Between Hangovers, Fiction Southeast, Roanoke Review, and The California Quarterly.
"our lot was labor / & liquor / made us feel bigger / than monstrosities, sooty / for the tazing / amoebic cancerous darlings / whispers from lineage to lineage, / clutching their pain..."
"The only way I can / get his attention is by ripping out / the translucent, turquoise
piece of rubber that squeaks in his mouth / in lieu of conversation..."
"your outer barbs / the finest and most precious : / the soft palate needs to lift to make sound but sometimes we are silenced in the mud / Diopside stimulates new cycles of growth..."
"Sister / to a knife, but the moon cuts / water and ships and when she feels like it, / the sky. The knife cuts the red / from apples and unrunning lambs and once, / my father’s thumb..."