Bare Neck of the Woods
said agonysaid hurt said she’d bedamned if painain’t the one thing all folksay’s true says all folk bowwhen pain huckher elbow across they neckall folk kneelwhen pain bitedog-sure at the bellyof old knees when painrolls through this towneven the trees burstat the seams she said.
Copyright © 2018 by Benjamín Naka-Hasebe Kingsley
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Affrilachian author and Kundiman alum, Benjamín Naka-Hasebe Kingsley belongs to the Onondaga Nation of Indigenous Americans in New York. His first collection, Not Your Mama’s Melting Pot (2018), was selected by Bob Hicok. His second collection, Colonize Me (2019), is forthcoming with Saturnalia. Recent work appears in Boston Review, FIELD, jubilat, Kenyon Review, and Tin House, among others.
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