Poems from EKitterman
I ask for salvation, and my own body returns it to me
In the form of concrete and a persistent sweat trail down my back and the repeated...
To the victor go the spoils of my body-
a scared thing of losses and victories hewn of human flesh
a lump of clay pulled from earth by some...
We stalk through night streets with
cigarettes at matte lips
a haze of smoke like armor
Teenagers and twenty somethings
Our poetry starts...
i.
She cannot live by herself. People like that just can’t be alone.
ii.
When she hurts herself, because people like that do-
Make it...