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In the south | Beck Guerra Carter

Cicadas scream in trees.

Someone says they sound

Like something stalking us. Static

Heartbeat a noise that grows with every

Footstep. The earth gives a little. Sinks like

Skin. Summertime is always humid

Here. The rain doesn’t wash

Away the heat but cleans the blood-

Soaked bones. Leaves them shimmering.

In moonlight, a fawn so small I could

Have held it in my hands.

Beck Guerra Carter (they/she) is a butch poet from Austin, Texas.

They have their MFA from Texas State University and have been published in Lavender Review, the lickety~split, Sinister Wisdom, FEED, Warning Lines, and elsewhere.

Their life is more than a list of failures and accomplishments. So is yours.



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