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Current Issue : Number Twenty-Five

She Turns to Her Love’s Furled Fist in Bed

BY LISA GROVE

 

Whispers in sails. Wind in cells: Mutiny
On the Body. Women are rotten luck
On ships or in fair skin. The sun will suck
My peel’s peach life and spit the pit to sea.



Lisa Grove‘s poetry has appeared recently in Beloit Poetry JournalPoetry International, and A cappella Zoo. She lives in Los Angeles.