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.