Kat Dixon / Planetary Mass

 Kat Dixon is poetry editor of Divine Dirt Quarterly and author of Kississippi (an e-chap from Gold Wake Press). Her work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in blossombones, Indefinite Space, Otoliths, Clockwise Cat, and elsewhere. On Mercury (It Could Be) No one said that women tell stories in squares, even during tornado season, even when you were not purposefully longwinded and I was arched into macaroni with my dizzy spells. Or was it you under the canal with the almost sugared galley proofs and the Doll’s Eyes we planted on the day we made it to dinner on time? A blow-fly lit in weeds below my hiccups while I was standing in the one spot where someone else intended to step – or maybe I was fevered in the green sheets with too many legs. There was a charge of temper and thin lips, but the follow-up was all signatures. Appendix-wise: a crooked cervix; not a crater, not a misplaced finger, digested asteroid, crinkled headboard child-knot. I’m only testing water when I say: