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POETRY
Lizzie / Lizbeth
Kailey Tedesco
Writer of the Month

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I.      

A drowned infant returns
to me veiled in amniotic fluid:

she is winged / whiskered / buttered
with the grease of afterlife. 

I hold the small daughter who
is only my daughter

for now. I let
her charge my palms, 

make my body
smell of salt –

She speaks to me
in the language of channeling. 

 

II. 

My daughter’s mother
drowned her & now

she is my mother, too. I let
her nurse, whiskers

to me & from her strength
a wilderness

of disentombment. My nose
is an exit for those

who have lost their tongues, 
for those whose bodies

soak in gems. 

 

III.

Speech is a sneeze
of existence –

I drape ghostjuice
across me

like large
furs & I’ve never

felt more
beautiful. My daughter

has taught me wire
the frozen river

& shout is anyone alive
out there? 
She has given

me two glass eyes irised
in bloodstone

so I can see
when a body still

has its orbiting
moons. 


Kailey Tedesco is the author of She Used to be on a Milk Carton (April Gloaming Publishing) and These Ghosts of Mine, Siamese (Dancing Girl Press). She is the editor-in-chief of Rag Queen Periodical and an associate editor for Luna Luna Magazine. Her manuscript Lizzie, Speak recently won White Stag Publishing's full-length poetry contest, and it will be published in early 2019. You can find her work featured or forthcoming in Prelude, New South, Sugar House Review, Phoebe Journal, Muse/A Journal, Bone Bouquet Journal, and more. For further information, please visit kaileytedesco.com or follow @kaileytedesco.