[I FEAR THEY]

I fear they
will wake me be
fore the night
mère has fin
ished.

That the hooves
will hold my cob
bled alleys in a back
and forth chamber of
for ever rev

s. That my p
alms will be past
ed together again
st it. My hot w
ax running, burning
beds into me. Yes,

I am worry of
breakage. Of raw fi
lament out to nest.

Originally published in Bat City Review Issue 10

Knar Gavin  holds graduate degrees from Syracuse University (MA 2016) and the Iowa Writers' Workshop (MFA, 2013), where she received a John C. Schupes fellowship for her manuscript Cotor: Excerpts from Variable Road. Knar is the author of the chapbook Vela. (the Operating System, 2019) and recent poems can be found in Foundry, Storm Cellar, AGNI, and Pouch.