a series of septembers | Kelly Egan

Kelly Egan’s poetry investigates the phenomena of experience. She grew up in a small neighborhood with a small woods at the edge, and then a larger neighborhood with a smaller woods at the edge, bordering a creek and a park. Her work inevitably betrays these original dynamics of coziness, the unknown, and expanse. She now lives in San Francisco and has an MFA from St Mary’s College of CA. Find her at kellyjeanegan.com.   A murder of Octobers You walk to the edge of a map, extract a primrose to de-state me Life breaks into a symphony Soon as it peaks it starts to denoue I just wanted to be over there deeply in the dimension of the picnic table outside our hotel What can I say about this need to swim to the uninhabited island the tinier the better in a big black lake— It seems you are drifting back to the realm of your rockstar we are strangers makeup, today we are supposedly in the holy city but I see the same streets as always How I’d wanted it to be a regal zone— Nonetheless w