Kait Forest

(writings by Kait Forest

they are simple
they confuse me

they show ugly things in a beautiful way
they are unusual 

they are frank 

some of many reasons why I find them truly brillant)

  1

I'm alone 
even when the wine is there, even 
when it is gone



---


  deflour

god's 
got a thing 

for women in white dresses,

legs broken and
twisted 

like the knot 
of a dead man's
noose



---

  note 22

you are the thin sliver of thought 

that graces my thighs as i

undress for him

---

  colic lung

the arch of my back in

staccato rhythm does

not rise you from the

earth, 

you are still dead 

and my dance is as 

heavy as the earth i 

bruise

.

i am sorry that the only

weight i carry for you is the 

pnumonic ache in my bones

---

  matter

i've been 19

for two months

and here is what i have concluded:

even though
your body has become the
woman your mother always
was, the

boys still don't
notice
unless you're bent over their bed frame

calling them god.

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