Prophet Fever, Wren Hanks
Their skins fall open / like curtains / letting / in gloaming / bones shine like wet lips / hearts solid as / gemstones / they get up / can’t smell you / shining / can’t lick you / with parted lips / eyes green / (they see you) / but you can’t / look into them / eyes gone sick / pupils are nowhere / heads solid / as gemstones / breath sharp as / diamonds / blood gone thick
-- from Prophet Fever
About Wren Hanks
Wren Hanks is the author of the forthcoming chapbooks gar child (Tree Light Books) and Ghost Skin (Porkbelly Press). They were a finalist for Heavy Feather Review’s Double Take Poetry Prize, judged by Dorothea Lasky. Their recent work can be found in Arcadia, Bone Bouquet, Hermeneutic Chaos, and The Boiler, among other journals. An associate editor for Sundress Publications, they live in New Orleans with their girlfriend, two cats, and a collection of sea ephemera.