TATTERTONGUE

Where have you been, Tattertongue?
     lying with pelvis and ribcage
     wanting want
     old. old.
reading the mouth for
     sugared ginger for
     blood sausage

Why did you leave?
     there was a forest
     of snapping saplings
     old. old.

What did you find?
     the vertebrae
     they were chopped

(An excerpt from my poem Tattertongue, which secured third place in Strange Horizons’ 2013 readers pole. A poem about starvation, Loki, and suspension.  Thanks to all who voted.  Other news: I recently sold an ekphrastic to SH; it’ll be out in February.)

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