Katryna Pierce


The Meal

i will chew the faces

of Mount Rushmore

whose grit cuts

my soft, lofty throat.

as i swallow rocks

sharp eyes bruise

my red insides.

intestines curve

at bitter angles.

fossil bones

liquefy beneath

earth’s hot spin skin

while i fish kiss

important men

in statue form,

before i begin

my meal on them.

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Katryna Pierce is a senior English major with minors in creative writing and women and gender studies at SUNY Fredonia. She has been published in Gandy Dancer and Fredonia’s literary magazine, The Trident.