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o! hello, araby again

winter wasn’t coming & we all stayed the same, 
except less.
the starving didn’t feel & then it felt good.
the tabloids were too bright to even think about.
the sun felt like a trick.
not even the smell of other people’s laundry detergent could help.
not even baths.
(october is supposed to be redder than this).
in another apartment, morning bacon.
in another apartment, a dog, a toddler’s sleepy curls.
it wasn’t on purpose. it was just how it happened.
i don’t know what deserve means or let.
i am terribly happy no one
took photos.


pretty poem

& how light my arms are to think of this
like rich – i am so rich: look
at all my perfumes and my big spain, spain.
i dressed in this splendid frock for you.
do you like how it slopes & shoots.
i mean, the architecture of my skirt is massive & these shoes,
pointy buildings! are my ringlets still in rings?
but really, is my nose a rose? sometimes
when you see something beautiful, your lungs
become people. cheekbone people.
i could eat salads all week., i swear
i’m cold.
would you like to discuss great literature?
nevermind, you’re stupid.
nevermind, i’m stupid.
fancy, i’ve loved you forever.
i want to eat that tv lady’s shoulders.



without warning, it was spring.
women had sun discs for heads.
babies were growing daisies for fingers. heavens,
& the dogs were everywhere, sad & multi-colored.
we could run until the windmill.
we could rip up the grass as proof.
we could, all together, just this once –
this type of green can happen,
this whole. Kristin Hatch has an MFA from the Iowa Writers' Workshop and currently lives in San Francisco. Her poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in The Colorado Review, Court Green, The Indiana Review and elsewhere.


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