CATHERINE KELLY | HOW YOU LIKE TO BE ALIVE
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Catherine Kelly is from Dublin and recently completed a PhD at King’s College London on lesbian literary networks in the mid-twentieth century. Her writing has appeared in Chicago Review, Ludd Gang, Cardiff Review, Spam, and elsewhere. How You Like To Be Alive is her first book.
Read some poems from How You Like To Be Alive here and here
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ALL OVER
Spent a week out in the gummy suburbs
up on the flagpole
Whose streets? Let me run that
through the system. Take your big head
to the counter of the bank and crack it
open. Resurrection
has specific definitions, brooks no
drifting ambered seeking out
a living. Trespass is the norm
all over. Tenant humour
recklessly in place.
Take my learning
slowly, it’s a sin to
get too busy. Daly City’s
where I learned to marry scrub
& San Francisco YIMBYs. Hell’s not hot
til late July. Streets so wide I’m
losing focus. Drooling over
the Atlantic cells my
darling Land Wars raging villages of vision
sprang up where the blood came
down the kitchen sink & frying pans we tore up
on the gates of Brook House, if
you’re not my comrade let’s regret.
up on the flagpole
Whose streets? Let me run that
through the system. Take your big head
to the counter of the bank and crack it
open. Resurrection
has specific definitions, brooks no
drifting ambered seeking out
a living. Trespass is the norm
all over. Tenant humour
recklessly in place.
Take my learning
slowly, it’s a sin to
get too busy. Daly City’s
where I learned to marry scrub
& San Francisco YIMBYs. Hell’s not hot
til late July. Streets so wide I’m
losing focus. Drooling over
the Atlantic cells my
darling Land Wars raging villages of vision
sprang up where the blood came
down the kitchen sink & frying pans we tore up
on the gates of Brook House, if
you’re not my comrade let’s regret.