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.