the home I know by Carla Chait

Poetry Potion | July 18th, 2014 | current issue, poetry | No Comments

Poet Bio

the home I know
is dry as
has been lit aflame
smoked and scorched
chewed up
swallowed up
sick up and spat out
measured out
found to be wanting
traced out
crossed out, cut out
pencilled [restrict]back in
and rewritten,

the home I know
is full-up
has been tipped
and measured
and watered
the place I know

Poet Bio

Carla Chait is in her Honours year of English at Wits.


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