Poem Written While Listening to Brett Kavanaugh


Poem Written While Listening to Brett Kavanaugh 

Looking back, it felt brave 
to have touched
any man, like beating
a train across the rails.
He told me I was off mine–
conjured the words 
testimony, veracity and sides.
Rain and all the days made us
hostages. The animals boys
become. My blood
drying in the banks 
of bent grass, their tips,
pins inside pores,
blades, a stray cat’s 
mouth. The silent 
rivers and ghosts— 
disturbed fever sleep.
My dreams are green
branches for whipping,
an exorcism of cells.

–Terri Muuss

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