SWALLOWING SWORDS

by Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco
 

From the Ferris wheel,
you can see
the cemetery.

It is stones
and quiet. Names
sinking into carved black
canyons.
.
My hand on your leg in the dark air
is just a trick: I am standing in a crowd,
swallowing swords.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco lives in California’s Central Valley with her husband, son, and a big black dog. Her poetry has appeared in Word Riot, Hobart, decomP, The Tule Review, and Paper Nautilus, among others.

One thought on “SWALLOWING SWORDS

  1. Jean McMunn Browning says:

    Eerie…I’d love to hear the background story someday,,,

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