Catfish Heads on a Clothesline

by J. Scott Brownlee

Whoa! Exquisite!

I am absolutely stunned by this poem: the mood, imagery, form, rhythm, edge. I loved the lines "sacrifice me/to whichever gods you think left . . ." and "head craving a hell or heaven/that is saltless, mapless." This one is going to stick with me.


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