Twine Jig
- Cathexis Northwest Press
- Aug 1, 2019
- 1 min read
By: Benji Katz
If I showed you an ankle | stuck
between | railway sleepers
you’d hear | the loudest whistle
of the largest | locomotive
your imagination | could make
barreling | down
at the soon to be | obliterated body
most likely | your body
& this would evoke | a mucus-curdling
gasp | in the midst of your snore
the nightmare | reminding
you of your childhood |
& this nostalgic surge | may get you
through the initial | shock
that your parents are not | down the hall
& you’re closer now | than ever
Born in the cinnamon-spiked chili metropolis of Cincinnati, OH, Benji Katz received his MFA from Bowling Green State University. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Oakland Review, Lagom, Polaris, Military Experience & the Arts, and Watershed Review.
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