Kailey Tedesco: To Suck Dry

Promise Ring


The grass-scratch

of the End cuts

my belly dry & empty –

I climb over


hedgerows & into living

spaces with hexagonal

papers – the moose-bust

on my finger rots


the way to 24-Hour Video.

Through a pinned-

jaw it tells me to hide

behind the romances. A gunman

hides always inside glass

eyes – he wants


my face to pry open

in stop-motion – he wants

my game, but I lick

the antlers clean. I leave

carcass-escrow for

my girl with dark hair


so in the End

she’ll have bones

that are not her own


to suck dry.

Kailey Tedesco's books She Used to be on a Milk Carton (April Gloaming Publications) and These Ghosts of Mine, Siamese (Dancing Girl Press) are both forthcoming. She is the editor-in-chief of a Rag Queen Periodical and a performing member of the NYC Poetry Brothel. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. You can find her poetry featured or forthcoming in Prelude, Prick of the Spindle, Bellevue Literary Review, Vanilla Sex Magazine, and more. For more information, please visit kaileytedesco.com