With Fire For Eyes, A Mouth Full Of Grubs by Holly Day

in my living room is a woman
dirt under her chipped nails

pouring out of her very skin,
like tentacles underwater

of sick sea serpents
in my kitchen is a man

criss-crossed with old scars and new bruises
dangling by a hook

ever since I bought that cursed locked storage chest
from that guy with the sinister laugh and the bad facial hair

at the boarded-up second-hand store
things just haven't been the same around here


Author bio: 

Holly Day is a housewife and mother of two living in Minneapolis, Minnesota who teaches needlepoint classes
for the Minneapolis school district and writing classes at The Loft Literary Center. Her poetry has recently
appeared in Borderlands, Slant, and The Mom Egg, and she is the recipient of the 2011 Sam Ragan Poetry Prize
from Barton College. Her most recent published books are "Walking Twin Cities" and "Notenlesen für Dummies
Das Pocketbuch," and her novel, "The Trouble With Clare," is due out from Hydra Publications late 2013.