when every green D slides
down into its eventuality:����������thankful, loveless
a water-headed mink
behind the driftwood�������������������slides under my knee
�����������������������������������������������������������and waits like a vein
to skin me cold, to undo the Ds down my passage
words tethered to an antiquity which also slips!
from a footing less exact
the bounty which gathers above me, avian hunters
This is for his head�����this water on it
������������������������������������������������������������this knot bag body
a woolen stocking
����������������������������������������slung on a low snowed fence I meant, I mean, I
canât recap the bottle-green of my long undone Ds
the slipping fabric/cut on the bias/the tenuous grip
�����������������������������������������that adder had
��������������������������������������������������������upon me
Caketrain is a literary journal and press based in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Our interest is in bringing you, reader, the very best in contemporary creative writing, full stop. Our goals are for each issue of our journal to submerge you in a birthing tank for gelatinous language monsters, young masses of tentacular foci undulating as directed (in all, at once) by our eclectic stable of contributors; for each new book we publish to seduce and ensnare you, sometimes intangibly, always undeniably; and for you, reader, to be able to draw at least one passage from our banks that prods your mind with such precision and power that it feels as if it was written for your eyes alone. To wit and to whet, here is a snippet, a slight nip of our delicious lit mix:
