the beams of our house are silver our rafters are brass rain our steel drummer when we play across the tops of bottles we invent an organ inside an organ fireproof maybe melting cracks in our windows made by parabolic words tossed at high velocity our house could not cage them they broke through glass leaving leaks of clean wind
Maya K Lowy is a ginger and a wanderer. Since getting her B.A. in linguistics and creative writing from NYU, she is, for the foreseeable future, untethered. In the meantime, you can find her work in publications such as West 10th, the Portland Review, and the Headless Society’s Guillotine—and she can be contacted at email@example.com.
“My current favorite sharp object is a ceramic knife. It chops beautifully and need never be sharpened. Also, it is badass.”
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