by Madeline Tecmire
towering from the sink, porcelain cities whole enough
to wind up shattered littered air seeping
from my throat like scalding sausages of magma
why am I so angry
why am I looking for myself in the laundry & uncovering
prescription glasses the room bleeding hot color
patient rage breeding this rotting home
how can I shatter with more control
how can I floss-tie my teeth to my tongue my breath a crispy bite
chattered & swallowed through brimming bellies again & again
I grind myself into squeegeed whines and swallow again & again
I fever palm fine China
& fling it to the fucking sky.
Madeline Tecmire is a poetry candidate at the University of Montana’s MFA program studying feminist literature and writing poems about female sexuality, and her personal favorite: female rage. Armed with curt language and stellar sonics, Madeline is convinced that poetry can unfold and reform patriarchal views if the poem can scream loud enough. When Madeline isn’t tending her coffee jitters or reading about Sapphic masturbation techniques, she’s converting a school bus to find herself along the Pacific Coast Highway.