Poetry, Catherine Stump
Hallowed be thy shame
of a downturned lip, that little
quiver of a line so often
crossed. Said I spoke of you
like a prophet does pain but
you stuck around despite that,
prying those frowns apart.
You devoured my words,
allowed yourself to love a girl
who gave up her blood & body
in return. I let you cannibalize,
let you deceive, let you kiss your
sorrys like Judas in heat just to
cradle no anger in your absence.
Do this in remembrance of me.
Catherine Stump is located on the outskirts of Philadelphia and is the current recipient of a creative writing scholarship. She needs a lot of work and some TLC, but she's got a lot of charm and good lighting. Just imagine what you could do with all this great counter space.