Thumbing through the recent issue of burntdistrict, I came across a collection of four “she said, “he said,” poems by Kallie Falandays. I liked them so much I just had to share a snippet:
Conversations from Dovetail
When I woke up it smelled like rain. I held you
like a doorway, in between my beating claws.
I want to hold you like a window, I said.
Like a chair. I want to see your openings. See my metal
beams, my metal rods, see my growling claws?