Edited by / Giorgia Pavlidou
Bio :
Clayre Benzadón is an MFA graduate student at the University of Miami, managing editor of Sinking City, and Broadsided Press’s Instagram editor. Her chapbook, “Liminal Zenith” was published by SurVision Books. She was also awarded the 2019 Alfred Boas Poetry Prize for “Linguistic Rewilding” and published in places including SWWIM, 14poems, and Crêpe and Penn, as well as forthcoming in ANMLY and Fairy Tale Review. You can find more about her at clayrebenzadon.com
Blood Moon Call
Sagebrush
before the rain.
Melted luster
warms the avocado-
dim human like
a soap-carved ghost.
Kindling sand
whistles into smudged
film over oxblood
dragonfly month
lapsing into plum jam,
coyote bone
whimper-ring.
Blowhard
Delicious bigmouth,
eat me deep,
chew me soft,
into Big League
Chew. Make
a loud smack,
hog-snort
wild, shout
from your snout.
Shotgun the lion
out of me like
your royal right.
You exist on lies.
Bits of moth confetti
out and shred into
soggy taffy,
what’s left
of me.
Fat pig,
blow me
open,
and you’ll taste
pear, you’ll
find me
as a pearl,
or pie
gone solid.
Ribbed
Frigid animal,
welcome birthday,
birds, with hay
in their beaks, braided,
come to dig a new
grid of man’s main
land. Cows mow
warmth, almost mew,
sometimes with low
moans.
Rigid fig,
remember,
a bay’s rib
bids farewell
so easily, cracks
just like that.
There is only
a bone left
below clavicle,
floating, contract-
ion cage. Bar it.
Musk, ox, wolf,
Hold in respiration,
repair the part
of a ripe break
sparing delivery.
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