Poetry

Marked | Nicole Rollender

Breath-stopping work by Nicole Rollender up on The Fem today… go see what else they are up to. I’m never disappointed.

THE FEM

This is a lie I used to believe: The thief
wasn’t nailed to a tree to enter the saved

city, his palms opening
like mouths, like doors. Only after

his hands were marked did a paradise appear—
I miss your bones, he mouths. This is how

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