2 Poems | Eran Eads

I felt the Plath influence in the first piece… really beautiful work. Kudos to The Fem for their exquisite taste!


Through Crow Legs

You must have been wheat, weak man
with withered crow­-leg eyes I climbed
inside. You came through the other side,
my closed legs, thighs: pillars of salt
treacherous and tasty. Did you taste me
when I was rain. Where was your soul sir
when I dug in the dearth of your gaze,
when I clung to eyelids and prayed

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