Issue 21 | Winter 2019

Every Day New Valleys

Start the game.
Remove your clothes.
Put your hands on your body.

Then pull off the shadow, leaving the flesh.

Your body will be open.
Protect it.
Monitor your space.

The skin shows injuries.

How many have lost their flesh,
punished for love, faith,
physical contact?

O God, how did you know they were dirty?

Play dolls. Play puppets.
Know that disasters bring you benefits.
Listen to the temple.

The myth is good.

Filed under: Poetry

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Gregory Kimbrell is the author of The Primitive Observatory (Southern Illinois University Press, 2016), winner of the 2014 Crab Orchard Series in Poetry First Book Award. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in IDK Magazine, Infinite Rust, Otoliths, Phantom Drift , Rabbit Catastrophe Review, and elsewhere. More of his writing, including his sci-fi/horror magnetic poems, can be found at gregorykimbrell.com.