“If I loved someone like that. A figure of questionable authority figuring out which relics to preserve under cling wrap. For the way he smelled like cedar. Mispronounced the names of plants.” LovePoetrySadMemoryBittersweetBruteEmily Skaja Book:Brute: Poems Source: Brute: Poems
“On Broad Street, ravens lurk on the Divine Lorraine Hotel as if to say Always a corpse flower, never a bride.” PoetrySadMorbidRavensOmenBruteEmily SkajaAlways A Bridesmaid Book:Brute: Poems Source: Brute: Poems
“Listen to me, I'm not hiding it— I'm swimming out to meet the boats coming armed up the river & I wish he were watching through a lead-black fog. I had his book of exits learned by heart. I thought I knew it.” PoetrySadMysteriousImageryBruteEmily Skaja Book:Brute: Poems Source: Brute: Poems