We WomenStefanie as the wench:Get off your high horse& fight me like androgyne.Dear body, I amthe kingof my ownlife.So, I suggest sandwiches,variety is guaranteed.Index: nostalgia,Mayday Parade,sisters camp.Dear Jennymise en sceneDear Jenny.Julia considersleavingthe house.Storm watch (no outlet).Julia rides the busalong Lake Erie.Julia poaches an egg.Apology.American Vomitoria
These ILK TEN responses have actually been making us want to get out of bed in the morning, they are such waves of awesome crashing on down. This time, Lindsey Webb uses Google Translate to reinterpret Abigail Zimmer’s ILK TEN poem:
SISTER-CAMP ON LAKE ERIE: COLLECTION, WINE
Bigger than Michigan, you are in parentheses
tossing history. Here it is hazardous to walk
on anything that grows. Shovels program
friction and vine diseases: there is no
prescription. If you cannot catch the fire, count
before finding—I hope you have enough power
or more light. Holes in the map, how many
deployed? Half from home. Drunk at the time.
We otherwise need water because we
are not numbered. Well, if memory
collides, bright. Wait for the results.
I don’t know how much you’ve been thinking about mermaids recently. At ILK those thoughts have been frequent, made even more electrified by this gem we just received from ILK TEN contributor Kat Finch that goes diving with Bronwyn Valentine’s ILK TEN poem ‘Dear Body.’ GO SCUBA:
P.S. You can see Nathalia Perozo’s response to Kat Finch’s ILK TEN poem right HERE.