A Poem to Remind Myself of the Natural Order of Things Donika KellyThis time I won’t say, little kangaroo because this kangaroo is swole as fuck. Chest thicker than my father’s, bicep resting on the mastiff’s skull, forearm cradling the carotid, the jugular. A tense tableau to be sure. Read more about A Poem to Remind Myself of the Natural Order of Things
