Laura Gregory

Labor

It occurs to me after fifty-four hours
when I’m kneeling on a flimsy hospital pillow
with my cheek pressed into a vinyl chair
that the two midwives sit side-by-side
on the edge of the empty soaking tub chatting
about their dogs with their ankles crossed
because they don’t see anyone
in need of help.

 

Laura Gregory is pretty sure she’s not highbrow enough to write poetry, but she does it anyway.

 

Laura Gregory

Be Killing Sin

Joshua slaughtered every captive
and David severed Goliath’s head,
but I wrap leftover brownies in foil
and tuck them neatly into airtight tupperware
to keep them fresh.

Laura Gregory is pretty sure she’s not highbrow enough to write poetry, but she does it anyway.

Laura Gregory

Idolatry

His name
is a cherry pit under my tongue,
stripped of all its flesh and polished smooth
until it’s nothing but a little knot
that whets my appetite for more nothing
just before a feast.


Laura Gregory is pretty sure she’s not highbrow enough to write poetry, but she does it anyway.


Robert Gregory

Wren—How to Identify

A being the size of a thumb
tail cocked up like a spoiler
or a cap worn backward
and a loud ferocious delighted
song that translates as get the
fuck out of my way, Fatasses!

Robert Gregory lives down by the river and looks out the window when he should be working.