this is an ode to
my misplaced fragments

an evidence, a promised

suspend me in still air

appraise my mercurial interiors
open me up, dog ear my pages
inhale my neon pink glow, my 

intricate disintegration

confiscate my licked wounds
unbutton my oval mirrors
a fishnet chaos
human trash, a habit

rehabilitation enigma
an isolated copout
reflexive lacerations
a foaming absence

you, a straddled malady.

me, a rattled creature:
a stray altar
an uninhabited property

Savannah Slone is a writer, editor, and English professor who currently dwells in the Pacific Northwest. Her poetry and short fiction has appeared in or will soon appear in Paper Darts, The Indianapolis Review, Glass: A Poetry Journal, Crab Creek Review, FIVE:2:ONE, Pidgeonholes, decomP magazinE, Crab Fat Magazine, Pithead Chapel, Hobart Pulp, and elsewhere. She is the Editor-in-Chief of Homology Lit and the author of Hearing the Underwater (Finishing Line Press, 2019). She enjoys reading, knitting, hiking, and discussing intersectional feminism. You can read more of her work at www.savannahslonewriter.com.