POST-TRAUMATIC

This is
the story of how I met a man more
revolver than skin.

Learning-
to kiss bullets with
tongue.

The clumsy slope of his right hook.

How metal is
never anything but
sting.

His violence
scratched longhand in
knifepoint, books bound with
misplaced teeth.

Punchdrunk
and drinkdrunk
and singing, I am
a siren to a heart
untempted by the sea. Heart
turned anchor by anger.

New carpets with the
ugliest stains, preyed upon plaster,
spiderweb glass.

My life as
raw meat
medicine.

                  My life as
a swollen accident.

                         What doesn’t kill
                     you doesn’t kill you
                                                  today
but, there’s always tomorrow

By Kat Myers

Biography:

Kat Myers is an emerging poet who used to sing but lost her voice at the bottom of a bottle. She is learning to speak again. She lives in North Carolina with her dog, Briseis, and can be found at pernoxs.tumblr.com.