Two poems by Cavar

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red cabbagesap
collects my nail-
bed crevices cuticles
wound purple wound
indigo. splitthumb
blackeye papercut
knucklecake grey
finger ridges / dye,
violence, violets,
won’t move till
it moves till it
moves till it
strikes soil wet w
bloodyknuckle

IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL I AM TRYING TO BE

a little green onion On the sunside sill Below the blinds & wind-chimes & strayblue soapblotches and their amber golden dry pools of jelly –– I am trying to be a thing that comes back with enough water I am trying so green and green and Green they cannot take it

Cavar (They/them)
[sarah] Cavar is a PhD student, writer, and critically Mad transgender-about-town, and serves as Managing Editor at Stone of Madness Press and founding editor of swallow:tale press. Author of four chapbooks, A HOLE WALKED IN (Sword & Kettle Press), THE DREAM JOURNALS (giallo lit), OUT OF MIND & INTO BODY (Ethel Press, forthcoming), and BUGBUTTER (Headmistress Press, forthcoming) they have also had work in Bitch Magazine, Electric Literature, The Offing, and elsewhere. Cavar lives online at www.cavar.club and tweets @cavarsarah.