Issue 01

4 Poems by Kailey Tedesco

Cemetery in Lemon Chrysoprase

A tetragonal labyrinth scries walk, walk –
It says – it rains during funerals because

the earth turns inside out and the jagged edges
pierce the ears of sky. It says – I don’t

know, I don’t, I don’t. The lyme in this place
matches the carnation they gave me to

toss in, matches the color of your skin at the
end, matches the sun that absorbs, not leaks

light – a common misconception. Here is your
catechism: do you have nickels on your eyes,

or the rosary’s plasticine in your hair? Yes?
Yes – We drink of this cup, our sour froth plenty

Kailey Tedesco‘s chapbook, These Ghosts of Mine, Siamese, is forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press in 2017. She is the co-founding editor-in-chief of Rag Queen Periodical and a performing member of the NYC Poetry Brothel. Her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. You can find some of her work in Bellevue Literary Review, Prick of the Spindle, Poetry Quarterly, FLAPPERHOUSE, Minola Review, and more.



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