Nadia Wolnisty

On "Near The Five Corners" by Kay Sage

I am my own figure. I can cut

a rug. Woman as in blood,

woman as in soft bones

and a mess of antlers.

You're near the five corners, but

you're not quite there. Do

you know what they are? Two

for each thigh. And one

for the corner in the middle.

You see architecture, but you

know nothing of middle corners,

how a body can turn around it

and go to pleasant static. How

my body is rainstick with

or without your touch.

You're not in the five corners. But instead,

you're in grid, as in chess, as in

graph paper, as in grate. I laugh

as you fumble, thick and lurid.

Nadia Wolnisty is the submissions editor of ThimbleLitMag.com. Her work has appeared in Spry, Apogee, Anti-Heroin Chic, *Isaucoustic, McNeese Review, Paper & Ink, and others. She has chapbooks from Cringe-Worthy Poetry Collective and from Finishing Line Press and a full-length from Spartan. Her third chapbook is forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press.

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