2018 Elizabeth Kray Prize

 

 

              There is a hot light that hangs around living

beings. To feel juicy and hot from the inside. That

is what I remember. The kind of constant you don’t

recognize until it’s gone. Like the taste of carbon.

 

 

 

 

 

              As a ghost, I can still speak, but it sounds

like 6inging howling devil babies kicking rocks

twisting bark coyotes.

 

 

 

 

 

              I have found a pool where people swim in the

summer, and when they are submerged in the icy water,

I try and slip into their bodies. Nothing much comes

from it. It’s about as fun as trying to catch a 

minnow with a cup.

 

 

 

 

 

                            I eat nothing

                                and my friends

                                are licks of wind