Wilson, Keith S. 2017
the constellations are full
of dead women, he says. he says
my dress is the coat of a great lion.
i turn like the blood inside
a rose.
– Keith S. Wilson, “Impression of a Rib”
Watch Keith S. Wilson read for the Chicago Poetry Center, with Kathy Fagan:
Keith S. Wilson starts reading at 2:06
he asks my girlfriend not if she is white
since even in this light
what we are is obvious
but instead the sheriff offers some western
philosophy: ma’am he asks
are you here of your own free will
– Keith S. Wilson, “Fieldnotes”
