The desert moon blacked out to show me the other side of its face Shell shaped and empty I try not to use the mask of sex or bring up the ghost of befores and afters That cold equation of unfamiliar faces and familiar feelings We see it right in front of us But cannot stop its happening Anyway, the teeth of hills and water or waves Only beautiful things Baby Guts I will do this for you
Gaby Williams received her MFA in Creative Writing from UNLV and got her BA in Poetry from Columbia College Chicago. She has been nominated for the Best of the Net Anthology and two Pushcart Prizes. Her work has appeared in: Dream Pop Press, Amazon’s Day One, Whiskey Island, Fairy Tale Review, LEVELER, Ghost Ocean, and others.
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