Blake Lee Stephens is the editor of Smoking
Glue Gun & served as editor of delta volume 53. Her poems have appeared in elimae,
Crescent City Review, Grist & Anemone Sidecar.
life puts on my clothes
lies on my bed
& uncreates
something unsprouts
in my tummy & I feel young
(shiny & quiet)
plants come out
of my mouth & ungrow
in the ground
your voice is real low
sweet like
flashy & sad
& everything reverts
eventually
we live on the ground
but we stay inside, places
grow into forever
and you say we can only run away to right here
we find black holes
above our shoulders
& realize we’ve forgotten
our heads
without them
how will we whistle them
back?