Something Else Entirely | Eve Kenneally

Eve Kenneally (from Boston by way of DC) is a freelance writer and recent alumna of the MFA program at the University of Montana. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Yemassee, Whiskey Island, Bop Dead City, decomP, Stirring, Crab Creek Review, Blue Monday Review, and elsewhere.       Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before Last night I dreamed the perfect descriptionof German–rain on metal, a chapped hand half-closed. I can’t call anyone back. I already know what they’ll say.Something about repetition, something about adjustment, about waiting for the leather to dry before you bring the boots in. About believing as few things as possible. Cleveland without consequence. It’s February and the sky is an upturned bowl. Everything we say gets caught – misted over & swallowed. It’s raining today, steel sheet, damp suede. On the streets no one looks anywhere but their feet. I think I’ve been wrong about everything. I keep meaning to make a bigger statement. Before my f