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.

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