2 Poems – Catherine Moore

The Broken

tides of a small sea
        we are ferocious
upstairs, smelt of salt
        shedding dyes, words
wrung from mouths
        loose gray petitions
floral in a handkerchief.

        what we discover
when mannequins
        never learn the language
lungs will bellow desire
        three-eights thick
layered as cocoon
        worn as pewter
two moths wash over
        flush in disappointment.


Venus Without Nipples

He hates their passion in its swan song.
        She hates the puke of daily death.
His sweet sex of the marriage bed, moribund.
        Her vessel scoured, her love sliced.
He feels unfaithful, loving her previous woman.
        She entertains carcinogenic locus.
His knead of fresh meat.
        Her swollen well on flesh.
He wants back a fingering of curls, the fight.
        She wonders who wants to spouse Joan of Arc?
His kismet flown.
        Her aura extracted.
He writes eulogies months before the demise.
        She hides posthumous notes amongst dishes.

Catherine Moore is the author of three chapbooks (Finishing Line, Kentucky Story) and Wetlands (Dancing Girl Press, 2016). Her poetry appears in Cider Press Review, Wicked Alice, Blue Fifth Review, Caesura, and various anthologies. She won the Southeast Review’s 2014 Poetry Prize and was awarded a Nashville MetroArts grant. Tweetable @CatPoetic.

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