Brett Elizabeth Jenkins


I don’t want to feel anything
twice. I want to unfeel a host
of ghosts from my girlhood.

I want to leave parts of myself
in books and crooks of trees,
to leave and leave again

the rivers that wound
my gold hair up into braids,
leave the quiet rubble

of a toppled Oak, a baseball
field overrun with bull thistle,
a car alarm sounding in the distance.

Brett Elizabeth Jenkins is a Minneapolis-based poet. Look for her work in The Sun, AGNI, Beloit Poetry Journal, PANK, Drunken Boat, and elsewhere.

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