Under Katey Nicosia
The other day I fell off the roof and died,
but the washing machine still tumbles change
and wine stains. Mother folds sheets
and washcloths. In a hole six feet deep,
I keep tally of the wriggling worms.
My grandfather lies beside me:
cold bones, raw anatomy. He had a fig tree,
worm-infested. Now they feast on me.
Mother makes dinner, stirs her tea.
I tug the roots of risen thyme
and remember to forget how to breathe
© Katey Nicosia
Katey
Nicosia is a recent graduate of Texas Tech University,
and plans to pursue an MFA in creative writing.
She is the poetry editor of Word
Riot and the administrator of Enter
the Muse.
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