Kindall Fredricks
where has amelia gone where has she been

amelia quiet      as an attic

……………………….where is she?     where is she?

we crawl into her and chew

………………………………………………..make a clergy

………….of our teeth          we search god hung

over us          fat and vascular

……………………….like a mother’s clogged breast

if we were a dreamhouse

……………………….       where would our little doll go?

If we put our ear to her pillow,

            can we bear to hear the owls burn?

The moon drapes

……………………….its white sheet over

………………us                   as we scatter her name

……………………….across a barbarity of flowers

amelia glowing

……………………….like menthol

amelia, gone

……………………….our thirst

…………..on all fours

……….we know we can make a game of

even this

……………………….because we can make a game

of anything

……………………….Dear Friend

Dear Guilt,                              Dear _____

If you tell us what happened, we’ll tell you

……………………….what we knew all along


Kindall FredricksKindall Fredricks (she, her) is a practicing registered nurse and poet who received her MFA in creative writing from Sam Houston State University. Her work has appeared in New Letters, Grist, Passages North, Boulevard, North American Review, The Academy of American Poets, and more.

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