Spoken Word
Shake me, shaken to the
bone and know rattle
shakes, girl−
How did you start?
How do you bend without
cracking? Cold,
it lingers. Our shaking song.
Fear, love. Loathing, too.
Sing me your poetry, girl.
Sing.
Emma Johnson-Rivard is a Masters student at Hamline University. She currently lives in Minnesota with her dogs and far too many books. Her work has appeared in Mistake House, the Nixes Mate Review, and Moon City Review. Twitter: finalgirlz
