Carved from the seed, you were Vexed and misshapen. Woody imprints on a solid frame, Sprouting limbs and jagged, forlorn dimples, A sheet of pollen dusted away to reveal some freckles and outstretched veins. Your cockles intertwined— Fleshy, taut arteries pulsing beneath milky skin. Rough. Stretched. Canvased in the dirt, your beginning. I never yet […]
Bebe Carlson
Bebe Carlson lives in the mountain region of Western North Carolina with her husband and their daughter, Maeve. She is a musician, writer, and mediocre knitter. When not writing or beginning creative projects she'll never finish, she teaches music and English in between running after her toddler. You can find her writing on her blog, obscureditalics.blogspot.com.