New York Tyrant

Four Poems
by Kimmy Walters

Jordan Castro

BUILD A LITTLE SHRINE FOR THE DEAD

I don’t use crystals because they’re magical but because they’re cold and heavy, oh,
I put a jar of honey in the middle

I don’t claim to know what I’m doing

and I don’t believe in
heaven but
I do believe certain people are there right now

who am I to
expect a logical grief

nobody that’s who

oh, billions and billions of years

is it worse if we invented sadness or if it was
here all along
waiting for the earth to grow a creature
capable of detecting it

 

ROOM

you enter the world’s quietest room and realize that you have been singing for years 
in a soft, unusual language

you discover mouths all over yourself they want things now

 

SOMETHING ELSE

I know you casually hold the belief that it’s
always nighttime in space

wrong
it’s always something else

 

CRYING STORY

I’m not crying because I’m in pain, I said, I’m crying because the pain is uninteresting.

she took one hand off the steering wheel and found my shoulder in the dark.

the pain will be interesting soon, she said.

 

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Kimmy Walters is from St. Louis, MO and lives in San Diego, CA. Her first two collections of poetry, Uptalk and Killer, are available from Bottlecap Press. She tweets as @arealliveghost.


*these poems were previously published in 
Killer


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