Kathleen Kirk


The orchestra was down to its skeleton
crew: crickets, treefrog.

It was cold enough to keep a corpse
fresh, windows closed.

I stepped out to tip my skull back
on its utmost vertebrae,

its flexible flicked-off desk-lamp of a neck, to see
what everyone was howling about.

So I don't think I was alone
in being alone.

Kathleen Kirk has appeared previously in Stirring, and in a number of print and online magazines, including blossombones, Blue Fifth Review, Poems & Plays, and wicked alice. She is the poetry editor for Escape Into Life, and she blogs about reading, poetry, and life eight days a week at Wait! I Have a Blog?!.

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