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Sarah Kelly is a recent graduate from an MA in Creative and Critical Writing at the University of Sussex, Brighton, United Kingdom. She plans to study at the San Francisco Centre for the Book early next year.

modelled

bracket even this

scratch for the tested

and its acute gummed eyes

with sides of linearity

my hair that wired

contentment by

breathe into breadth

modelling a scar

silences the crier

a clean halt

plucks out the lashes

but the simmers

murmur will

sugar thicken

a humid bond

and the straights are broken

with the mud of the fold

parallels

your arms are veined

this we notice when

my arch bends

to test at collapsing

I grow tired talking

over some lines

only lengthening in

brushing above

with the same planned for

with your weight

I am floored

and feel fidgetless

this is adaptability

this is its contain

in a palm hold

loosen and

lift me an inch

lighter as

if to steady

as we sink or

might we

synchronise

in a remould

uniform corrections

nostalgia always brings a muse

this time dresses tighter

clad over commas

in chained calm

practice stride ends

and sepia the strands

melodic string tremors

too tired from marrow weight

these the threads thread

bone brittles when corseted

and fractures without bind to embrace

it is affection

that I leave you be

it is respect

that I have , fear for

this in of a

me stream

needles hang on lines

this cannot make

I fall for

breaking instead

closes the gaps

and the fresh

holds wiser

aired out

skins dry

its not enough

what its could

 if that bridge

mended and flesh

knitted tight

your sun strikes

cooler because

of those piercings

beneath bone

that drowning dries

us up over

edges bend with

breaking bent to

sent further brush

over stayed plucked

and suckered in soil of

blue breathes

she chants

is lost in vacuums

that swimming sweetened

wash waves pure mud

smoother graves

how sound drowns

out the dirt

to smother at blame

in sorting of

word-weight for

nets they left

to catch

to save the newer

a heavier fall

gorge out
empties the
land of salted
wastes this dirt
on another tongue
without words to
complain of rain
fall sodden downs
imprinted in copies
of translucence
 
for catchers
this shades
or away now
the filler in
while I beat edges
to rattle out
a neater sound
and consider
its consume
 
wet was worn by
the holding
hands gripped
resembles in
the re assembly
of these are
not my names
that turn
an insatiable out
side in
you can sculpt
weather for
we all stand
soaked in a
heavier fall
 
pad myself
in these outs
to retain an appearance
of shivers which
move quicker
as of hunger than
the knots we stuff
she with pencils
static straw
dripping leaden
pools to Maidus at
gills below
gills that disintegrate at
a rougher touch
 
pad out or put on
this load
the choice
it keeps you
close in
and smothered
stiff coasts
across elongations
of paralysis
 
if analysis ought
 
and neutrality
over could come

washed

lets scar your scars my

neither our navy’s will blue in

compare it is glow

your door stands without frame

and its depth near darker

I know the say

closes tones to shades

but you stand

and with not pale nor

sway can stare

for freeze paints

crumble and scale away

you have my diagonal

lets nail out the texture

she stories she said

for today I would timber

straights

speech loosens

abilities for sewing

straight

so this will be the judges

and who knows

if I wanted

when its lost just

beneath how

the decision makes

in ponds

salivating escapings

bordened by

neons I shy

as signs scream

a blackness sharper

than I could

contain in eyed

glass frames

that pinch behind

cotton my

ears reminding

always the

pinch was for

awareness tests

we place nails under

nailbeds and wince

how many

combinations

control this stitch

I have and build by

blink shafts jar in

this gaze frays

at the edges

at these borders

it was the

shards

that remained