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Amelia Gorman
Weird Fiction & Poetry
"Circe's Guests"
(this poem first appeared in Liminality Summer 2017)
There were no ulnae under the skin to begin
hardhair trotter pretending to be the sole of shoe
abattoir hands gifted in the alchemy of spinal fluid
and the sweaty manufacture of gelatin and totems
expert in the ways of fascinus and pins. Extractor of
marrow and the cage around it so she knew
with a sniff these were soup bones
surrounded by a layer of sailor
now go in under your skin
and find your answers there
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