One Poem by Kimberly Lambright
Why Are We On The Floor Though
Center of my lifeCrew of my craw
How to write a poem for the post-literate
Just make guttural sounds like the playground
There’s no God but someone
has been eliminating my enemies
for a few years now
It’s a good feeling to be still here
The calm after the storm
is my death stare at 3am
to myself
as I sleep
Sleeping is the absence of a hurtful party
When I talk to God
I don’t make him explain anything
This is sainthood,
I’ve moved beyond situations,
those containers screaming
Kimberly Lambright is the author of two full-length poetry collections: Doom Glove (PRROBLEM Press, 2024) and Ultra-Cabin (42 Miles Press). She is a MacDowell Colony fellow, and her poetry appears in Phoebe, Columbia Poetry Review, ZYZZYVA, The Burnside Review and elsewhere. She lives in Brooklyn.
