Kyle Brown-Watson: Make Us Clean Again


nailhooks btween the rooftops
a hand in mine

become ten becomes seven
tracing leylines in the oil
of our skin

Awash in a sunless sea
tired hymns and birdshit for
barnicles, chasing a half silver
torch to melt us to paste again
make us clean again

sometime red. sometime soon.

Kyle Brown-Watson is a bookseller based in Philadelphia. He has read poetry and fiction on stage for Empty Set Press and the Breweytown Social. Before that, he worked in advertising, software development, and heaven forgive him, television. He infrequently updates his newsletter Terminal Chill and is working on a graphic novel.