Kelly Weber

Abstinence by Kelly Weber

                                                              I am one of the good girls. Boys come back to school with new rodeo buckles                                                           and like any good girl I admire the hips circled in the silver hooves of bucking broncos.                                                           I bleed discretely. I cry properly when a girl drowns in the dam’s lake. The […]

Aroace Girl: Plainsong Elegy by Kelly Weber

    this is how I find you huddled, false boneset and                              antelopehorn clenched in your fist, rocking against wall with your tongue                                                  locked in the white bell of your skull ringing winter air. this is how we kneel                                                 at the broken spot, undone by downstroke of a single sky’s unsnowing. this is […]