Caitlin Newby

Two Poems


…Now women are at their foulest, / But men are weak
since they are parched in the head and knees / By Sirius…


Outside is that summer
which we longed for

on winter nights
from underneath our layers

of eiderdown,

the sudden dawns
and sultry weather,

the freedom of bare legs,
the endless light,

and all the growing things
that green and blossom.


Recall that we desired
this heat.

Recall this
when my touch

feels more revolting
than the wind’s

warm breath,
when the air

is spore-rich
and bristling, and when—

awake and restless,
your sluggish

sweating body
burning in our bed

—you long for cold and thunder.


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