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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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