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Dead Girl

    Susan Yount

As long as men remember
how much they hate fire—

throw shut the doors.

 

What you do not know 
is that I hold it
within me

 

cooling in my mouth—
a secret hole.

 

I bite fingers.

 

She says, the hand is hidden. 
The open mouth, a trap.

Susan Yount was raised on a farm in southern Indiana where she learned to drive a tractor and hug her beloved goat, Cinnamon. She is editor of Arsenic Lobster Poetry Journal, madam of the Chicago Poetry Bordello and founder of Misty Publications. She also works fulltime at the Associated Press and teaches online poetry classes at The Poetry Barn. As if all that wasn’t enough, she is mother to a rowdy 9-year-old. She has published two chapbooks, House on Fire and Catastrophe Theory, and a third, Act 1, is forthcoming from Saucepot Publishing. In her free time, she creates The Poetry Tarot. You can keep up with her progress here: http://susanyount.tumblr.com/poetrytarot

 

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