Amy McNamara's poems have appeared recently in LIT, jubilat, The Literary Review, Conduit and other journals. She is a freelance writer and photographer, and she lives in Brooklyn.
look aside while i lift my hem
(in some cases the lure dangles, the female simply
eats the male)
nestle in, my sisters left their ghastly asters
on the coverlet.
working tongue. the body replete.
a visceral epistle.
(tear at the membrane
the water fins in)