Recent Publications in All Genres

Could we just lie down because

Updated: Aug 5, 2018

by Elizabeth Conard

this spring there is no girl left in me.

It gradually becomes clear.

It suddenly becomes.

On the street I am more heavy than light. Gnashed by day

and pockmarked by night.

What will my body be

when there is nowhere left to be touched?

It’s March now. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Things you can’t help but do instinctually.

Twice a week my dreams have teeth,

rushing in to ravage the soft parts.

When I wake up, I find molars in my hair with no memory

of how they got there. Aren’t we all just trying to

understand the things we find on

and in ourselves? I want to explore a while.

Don’t want a cipher or an absolute, don’t want

to be laid gently or racked raw.

If I hold. If I crumple. If I expand.

If I enclose. Weigh. Polarize. Radiate

in a starless room. Would you

open me up so I can see where this is going?

Could we just lie down?

About the author: Elizabeth Conard grew up in Vermont, perpetually stuck in a snowbank and smelling of cow manure. She now lives in Philadelphia in an attempt to be stuck in less snowbanks and maybe smell better too. Her poetry has been published in The Times Argus and Pamplemousse and her poetry collection On Consumption is available through Google Books. Liz created Heliopause in 2017 after the (false) realization that she might never write or create artwork again. She also hopes you all don't judge her too much for accepting her own poetry into a publication in which she is the poetry editor.

She tweets: @etceteraaaa

  • Black Facebook Icon
  • Black Twitter Icon
  • Black Instagram Icon