TWO POEMS
Top Notes
I call myself artless, say
no games, all the while
stepping through a mercenary mist
of that perfume
that will make you miss me
WHEN YOU ASK HER WHY
SHE DOES NOT WANT
TO GET BACK TOGETHER,
SHE SAYS
you drive her wild.
that is: her reflection
in your level eyes
is feral, dirt-clawed,
broken-fanged. repellent
in its hunger.
Kate Horowitz (she/her) is a poet, essayist, and science writer in Washington, DC. Her work has most recently appeared in rose quartz, OCEANS & TIME, Moonchild Magazine, and Bright Wall/Dark Room. She tweets @delight_monger.