fucking                                                                          —Katie Kurtz


on the couch,
hairspread 
for Father fathuh
lying laying waiting
all my neuroses blooming 
his gaze: a greenhouse sweating blue roses



somatic stimuli


A dildo dirty mattress people watching always.

Broken teeth exposing brown rot fur.

Right hand cupped catching left eye bleeding.


Katie Kurtz

Katie Kurtz is a Seattle-based writer. The poems included here are from a book-length manuscript called Dreamland. She is currently at work on a true crime investigation about three of her classmates whose murders remain unsolved thirty years later.

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