August 2021
Bio Note: I was born Down Under, which explains my line breaks and the way I pronounce ‘sorry’ and ‘tomorrow’. I am currently waiting by the mailbox for the arrival of my next collection from dancing girl press, Attached, Poetry of Suffix. I have five other chapbooks, two Pushcart Prize nominations, and quite a few chickens.
The Density of Gold
I had harvested a
handful of goldfinch
along yards of a path slicing
through the prairie.
No sweet feet holding the
final songs, just
feathers,
feathers.
Who knew how much gold
it took to fly?
Lifejacket Nightlife
In the dim lighting,
they rest on
their sizing poles,
poolside
They dream of
ancestors, cork,
heritage of save,
the big float
At sunrise, they are ready
in their rows of empty,
waiting for the next
embrace, waiting for
the next almost
©2021 Katrin Talbot
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