Kelly Gray

The Home of Seamstress

I am lungs of house    a glass spanned wall    hung chandelier of larynx and trachea    each breath bringing on    minutia of volcano particles    soil slanted light    call it dust at noon.  

I am mouth of house    tilted bookshelves blocking    trees decorated with bird song    poet’s ink    screaming to open bound tombs    assuring me of want    as dry as my mouth is. 

I am bowels of house    singing pretty with apparitions    who have haunted these hallways all along    water heater creak louder than boot-kick can fix    begs of stomach and flesh pipes. 

Linked between eyelids and teeth    made of tendons, broad planks of wood    a tub to wash words in    clawed. 

I am hollow of house    needlewoman, double crossed on floor with spilled eyes    fabric scraps each sweet stitch pushing blood into seams of curtains    drawn across crowds of mannequins and fruit eaters     so that I can finally sleep, here    knowing that I wished this into existence. 

Only tea cloth    pressed to inner thigh to receive blood chimney and embroidery    my kettle rattles against closed door of home. 


Kelly Gray (she/her) resides on Coast Miwok land amongst the tallest and quietest trees in the world where she writes on the inherent queerness of nature, flips predator and prey constructs, and embraces the cringe. Kelly's writing has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Pretty Owl Poetry, River Teeth, Lunch Ticket, Bracken Magazine, CULTURAL WEEKLY and many other swoon worthy publications. She's been nominated for both a Pushcart Prize by Atticus Review and Best of the Net by the Account Magazine, and her debut book of poetry, Instructions for an Animal Body, is forthcoming from Moon Tide Press in the summer of 2021. She is a poetry reader at Bracken Magazine but you can read more of her work at writekgray.com and follow her at @_west_of_west.