Savannah Slone
evergreen / estrogen
stuck on time lapse
wreckage suffocation, time
stamp.
my baby’s first home
a cut out biohazard
the walking wilted
our body, a peony
sterile lining
tampon string stark
against tan inner
thigh
re-gardening
our spare cosmos
mouth prayers an insignificance
salt crash
cleansed clean
undressing the sea
tongue to tongue
vertebrae urgency
marrying reactivity to
the naked dismal
an ivy virus, fingers
around my throat
& what is medicine
to a riptide
this preemptive womblessness
a bell jara red light
Savannah Slone is a queer, bipolar, and disabled writer, editor, and English professor who currently dwells in the Pacific Northwest. She is the editor-in-chief of Homology Lit, as well as the author of An Exhalation of Dead Things (CLASH Books, 2021), Hearing the Underwater (Finishing Line Press, 2019), and This Body is My Own (Ghost City Press, 2019). Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best Small Fictions. She enjoys reading, knitting, hiking, and discussing intersectional feminism. You can read more of her work at www.savannahslonewriter.com.
