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chronic lyric i

Jill Khoury

o pain:

i’m afraid of what rot
lurks in the canopy,
pile shiny things
in the fat of my skirt
to engrave a new
entrapment map.
when did i last
feel metal, electric, free—
a temple of sparkle
in the ribs?

we each come
with our best argument.
your dogs steaming
on leashes can scent
velvety sweetbread,
osseous crack.
i swallow my spine. i vessel.
you ready your battery.

Jill Khoury is interested in the intersection of poetry, gender, and disability. She edits Rogue Agent, a journal of embodied poetry and art, and has two chapbooks: Borrowed Bodies (Pudding House, 2009) and Chance Operations (Paper Nautilus, 2016) and a full-length collection, Suites for the Modern Dancer (Sundress Publications, 2016). Find her at

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