This week, a poem by Alain Ginsberg.

 

Clipping My Nails In Artifact At The Communal Table

 

I am in public again trying to let things go / always holding onto cups / pickled vegetables / the deviled eggs / something to sit inside of my vinegar mouth / how salty I am lately and how bad that must be / for my health but I am / preserved meat / I am seasoned / well enough or cooked long enough to have the blood dry out / and I am in public again / clipping my nails under a table / and I am embarrassed at how this body / grows / despite how little it is tended to / how little I know / about gardening and how much I have reaped / despite this

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ALAIN GINSBERG (they/them) is a writer performer from Baltimore City, MD. Their work is found with Ghost City Review, Metatron, and decomP. Alain’s first chapbook Until The Cows Come Home (2016) is available through Elation Press, and their second chapbook Loathe/Love/Lathe (2017) will be available through Nostrovia! Press. They are a barista, a bartender, and a taurus.



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