Brimming with broom legs,
with bruises and veins,
uneven blood flow, pulsating heart beats
underneath my skin. I cut myself
shaving again, because the veins
bulged into the razor blade.
The ever alternating landscapes
of quantifiable feminism.
Blood
then mental evaporation
then excavation from underneath the cuts.
Juliet Cook is delighted to have a few poems appearing in Octopus Review #8! - https://theoctopusdiary.blogspot.com/2019/08/the-octopus-review-8.html?fbclid=IwAR08uim76Ha3FGzhy-uPFlb8PM95EAfo_QAxACHjcL88MVdfBDd4k_Ng53U
The two poems within Octopus Review #8 also appear within Cook's poetry chapbook, "DARK PURPLE INTERSECTIONS", published by Blood Pudding Press for Dusie Kollektiv 9 and available in its entire creepy little hand-designed print chapbook incarnation, HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/689260672/new-dark-purple-intersections-inside-my?ref=shop_home_feat_1
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