two poems by anna krivolapova
B’s Jar of Flies
In her little way she loves them all she loves them when they slip and fall soundlessly on glass silent rap on the glass weak little legs looking like beard hairs in a bathroom sink every once in a while she lets one out lets him up her white legs til she smacks an itch on her thigh while sunbathing
Joan Didion’s Packing List
2 skirts, 2 jerseys—Joan knew to pack light. That’s 1 bourbon bottle to protect her from night and 1 mohair throw to protect her from pipes. Who throws the throw if the woman’s alone? Who tips the bourbon down into her throat? Who rubs the toothpaste all over her teeth? Who strips the woman of her myelin sheath?
ANNA KRIVOLAPOVA writes and translates poetry and short stories, and has an upcoming novel up the sleeve of her tracksuit.