After two rejections, I don’t think I’m going to try to submit poetry to another publication ever again, so I’ll be posting the ones that were rejected this year.
I seldomly write poetry anyway, and these were slowly refined over the past seven years. Seven. Years.
I just don’t see the point in putting much effort into submissions when my focus is on essays, fiction, and screenwriting. You can just have them, if you want ’em.
A cracked mirror of liquified flesh
Burns holes in my chest–
A hexagram of ripped skin;
The pendulum shifts
Between skull and rib cage;
Confusion drains both
Of brain and blood;
The cavity oozes,
Sticky with disease.