After the Break-Up, I See the Sasquatch Again by Jennifer Schomburg Kanke
Associate editor Alex Watanen on today’s bonus poem: “After the Break-Up, I See Sasquatch Again” explores how we’re able to see our former partner’s tendencies more clearly after the smoke has cleared. Surprising in both its brevity and its tenderness towards this oft-maligned cryptid, I am absolutely floored by Kanke’s language.
After the Break-Up, I See the Sasquatch Again
The sound of wood on wood again last night,
the smell of rotting meat out in the trees.
My trail cam shows a grainy, lumbering form.
If Michael were here, he’d get the shotgun out.
That’s why he isn’t here. Who could have
something so rare and perfect right in their sights,
naked as the day, and just want to fill it with holes?
Jennifer Schomburg Kanke, originally from Columbus, Ohio, lives in Florida where she edits confidential documents. Her work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in New Ohio Review, Massachusetts Review, Shenandoah and Salamander. She is the winner of the inaugural Sheila-Na-Gig Editions Editor’s Choice Award for Fiction. Her zine about her experiences undergoing chemotherapy for ovarian cancer, Fine, Considering, is available from Rinky Dink Press. She serves as a reader for The Dodge.
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