Sunday, November 1, 2020

unidentified, by Heather Newman


 

not whipped not buttercream
some white filler 

fugitive dust
                  a meandering Jane Doe
he she it they      trap door
        pseudonyms 

lost monoxide                          
unculturable  bacteria 

riding the delta wave   

read my faceless
                      lips unknown                         

 Adermatoglyphia

          the way they mutate
                 among us

 

 

 

Heather Newman's work has appeared in Hanging Loose (#111), Barrow Street 4x2, Love's Executive Order, Right Hand Pointing, The Inquisitive Eater, Matter, Voices From Here, Vol. 2/Paulinskill Press, Storey Publishing anthology (upcoming 2021) and more. She has an MFA in Creative Writing from The New School.

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