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Kimberly Johnson

May/June 2017

Foulbrood

By Kimberly Johnson

A spill of coppers: dead bees scattered       Across the grass      From the hive’s dropped purse. In a rotten crotch of my tree trunk humming       One to one      To a hundred they bunched […]

Jan/Feb 2017

Female

By Kimberly Johnson

Locker-room truant in a locked stall      Through study hall    Hiding, hand-stifling her cries, A girl wide-eyes the unimagined smear      Of blood rusting    Her fingertips. Secret, quaint horror. Some betrayal of the flesh has left […]