Linen Closet Poem by Joy Katz

Linen Closet



The purified fleets of nations have pulled in.
Christianized themes read out behind high, aroused doors.
With gladness I soothed your aristocracy.
I took the furtive towers of our thighs, made them public as ice.
While I go about my day a naked burn goes on, a hiss.
A clean, continuous tone. A hearing test.

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Joy Katz

Joy Katz

United States / New Jersey
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