Friday, August 7, 2020

liver (jueyin) by Scott Ferry

she comes over to the house my ex and i
once lived in now overgrown with roommates
and a kitchen of bottles

she asks me why i drink so much
why i don’t even interact
when i become deboned

anger—but i can’t explain it
god has dried the sand
god has and she has (the other she)
don’t make me talk please




Scott Ferry helps our Veterans heal as a RN. He has recent work in Misfit, MacQueen's Quinterly, and Spillway. His second chapbook Mr. Rogers Kills Fruit Flies will come out in October 2020 from Main St. Rag. You can find more of his work at Ferrypoetry.com.


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