• Poetry

    “Bartering: Day after Diagnosis” by Cassie Garison

    I will give you my horns, hooked
    & taurean. I will give you my crown,
    woven from rose-thorns and olive
    branch, copper wire & shards
    of glass. I have been collecting
    shells: fastening them together
    with scraps of twine, wind them tight
    around my neck. They drag me deep
    beneath a rabid sea. Other days:
    I press each conch into my skin
    let it sting like iron at the hip
    of a cow.