Where Blue Fires Blaze

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The sisters pose before a mountain within a snow globe, dressed in matching halter-tops — blackbirds in reverse X-ray. In  older  places, there are two  matching  beds  in one  pink room — a pink shag carpet and identical ruffled  duvets. They sleep on opposite  beds, facing away, one from the other. The first sister spends her nights tumbling down Niagara Falls in a tobacco barrel, only to wake up and find everyone gone from the house, distant voices droning beyond the walls — the entire world racked in fever. The second sister becomes a velvet girl hung in a basement—her ribs broken open—her fortune-paper head nodding yes nodding no — the careful sister who washes all the dishes without being asked and tries not to stare too long at the sun,  fearing blindness.  Where one sleepwalks, the other sister follows, a slow circumnavigation of the bedroom perimeter — knife in hand, tonguing crumbs in antithesis while avoiding the moss-covered hallway which invokes delirium at its widest shore. Their amphibious poses betray disdain and the  desire to murder with stones. How interesting to not be hunted down with every possible dagger — though it would hardly feel like love anymore.
WHERE BLUE FIRES BLAZE by Kelly Boyker

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Kelly Boyker’s work has appeared or shall appear in many places, including PANK, Waxwing Poetry Journal, Prick of the Spindle, FRiGG, Pretty Owl Poetry, Vinyl Poetry, and others. She has received a number of award nominations (Best New Poets, Pushcart, Best of the Net), but no actual awards. Her work has been included in a number of print anthologies in the U.S.A. and Canada, has been translated and published in Italian, and has been made into small films. Her chapbook Zoonosis (Hyacinth Girl Press) was listed by Entropy as one of the best sixteen poetry books published in 2014. In her free time she enjoys gardening, food science, and gaming.

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