Emily Carr

IF NO ONE IS GUILTY THEN EVERYONE IS GUILTY

outside, it is Florida & people lie dead
in the streets. the consequences have a bad smell, like

God is cooking chicken soup in the sky.
& the language is full of money. inside, there is air

conditioning & arrogance. gin martinis &
cottage cheese. maternal gestures & words with double

edges, at least. a seashell, declaring herself
as fragment. violence annexing. what little hope

there is left. the assassin is on the television, talking
about war again. the saint is surprised.

the ex-wife has been drinking too much & is not.
everyone else has died she says why can’t I

EMILY CARR a water witch, ransom artist, love poet, and professor. Her McSweeney’s collection, whosoever has let a minotaur enter them, or a sonnet—, inspired a beer of the same name, now available at the Ale Apothecary. She is currently touring with her Tarot romance, Name Your Bird Without A Gun (Spork).