I’m a house bursting with neon
Wings
Poetry
Ashes and Folie
Did she ever know there was an ant
miss you
outside there’s puzzle pieces
Serving: Sunny Side Up (w/o eggshells)
an egg cracks as the fire crackles on
IRT (Image Rehearsal Therapy)
I have a poem
it is cubist
atoms in a box
there are many///
versions of me
You can’t call an aerialist your bae
Because they have no slack, no rest in them
On a Theme from Di Prima
The fish police cannot drown me
Facing Fear
The ink in the quill, the fingertip caught
Two Poems by Kelli Lage
the dirt wet by my parents’ spewing / torn up muddy fields
