Attempting to address. – Myrrah Dubey
Joanie, fierce as the day is long,
lend me your sword to carve this
ham hock, won’t you? Lord,
I’m sick and tired of the knife block,
the way it leans in, and keeps all that
danger to itself. You must know the
feeling, the way you sheathe that blade.
Where did it come from, if not an heirloom?
Why blush, Lady of Voices?
Your tonic lies at the bottom of a lake,
grottoed there, and with utter certainty
I’m sure you’ll find the coolness quite pleasant.
Myrrah Dubey obtained an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Montana in 2013, and presently lives in New York.