what is your name? where you are? what brought you here?
does anything hurt?
there is a cat on your chest and she is looking at me but
if I close my eyes I can smell the stars
and lick the spoon clean of spittle your
breath tickles the insides of me when
we were young and didn’t know when to stop -oh-
paper is streaming from the sky and it is beautiful
—
Mary Casey lives in the Blue Hills of Virginia. Her poetry is inspired by the wildness surrounding her at home and at her job in the hospital.