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Kali the Despairer


she seemed distracted
in her suit of tattooed bones
ropes of eons dangling, loose
from the anchors of her teeth

we were treading like rabbits
as her trophy heads
barked the course of nothing --
our compasses had thawed to brine

she turned to watch
her chaos sinking down
tongues of futures flushed as birds
and bloating in her hatches

she was our sweetie
she was our girl --
hemmed the sails of these bodies, even
with her bare forked hands

About the Poet: Emily Kischell was a recipient of the 2001 grant for poetry from the Marin County Arts Council. She studied creative writing at Bennington College in the 1990s and is presently hiding out in Mill Valley.