Doctrine – Kate Carey

poems

Doctrine

They call me slow to warm up
as if they are waiting for my
fire to keep them warm.

I am done being the soothing
soup coating your throat.

I am that last shot of whiskey
that brings you down to Hell.

Kate Carey never published anything except that crappy poem in the fifth grade but that doesn’t count. She had no formal education in writing until a retreat this past summer held by A Room of Her Own, but that never stopped her from scribbling illegibly on napkins.

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