Eve Kenneally



I am a good businessman. I line up all my wares and take the teeth out

of my smile. For property, I’d bleach! Scream! Fold — like a good little

flower. I hold flowers like, Can you believe I killed these myself? The audience

laughs! The audience knows I’m in love with myself, because I love how sad

things move. When I flirt with women, I flirt with my reflection. They mourn me.

They greet me by name.

Eve Kenneally is a Brooklyn-based writer, etc. Eve's poems have appeared in THRUSH, Peach Mag, Salt Hill, and other places.
  • Lost Creation
    César Dávila Andrade, Translated by Jonathan Simkins
  • I Ride a Horse
    Tomaž Šalamun, Translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry