Backwards
time is moving backwards in my palm. silverleaf and skunk cabbage, the leaf wet scent of woods. ghosts of girls hiding in the shade. steel triangle of creek water, rusted metal of long abandoned fields. wineberry vines cluster and heave. a not yet man hides in a secret shed. clatter of old beer bottles dull on the forest floor. when your escape is worse than what you flee. it breaks through. it breaks through.
Jill says, I highly recommend one day visiting RetroFret, a beautiful vintage guitar shop in Brooklyn.They have some beautiful resophonics on their site right now.
In our dream band, on vocals and slide guitar:
Jill Kitchen’s work appears or is forthcoming in The Dodge, Ecotone, Hooligan Magazine, The Iowa Review, MQR Mixtape, The Night Heron Barks, The Penn Review, Poet Lore, Tahoma Literary Review, trampset, West Trade Review, and Whale Road Review. Her work has been nominated for Best New Poets and Best Small Fictions. She lives in Washington, D.C. Twitter: @jillkitchen Instagram: @msjillkitchen linktr.ee/jillkitchen
Ran Off With the Star Bassoon 