Molly Williams

A poem by Molly Williams, repast. The poem reads: comfort food: nursing a chicken leg, reveling in  the peel and sink. something to hold clean, to  wholly know. the weekend of my  grandmother’s funeral, we eat two full chicken  dinners over two endless days. welcome to  georgia, or grief: an endless peach state. the  second night we are mute, order in, tune out red  blisters of news on the hotel tv, marvel again at  the release—the cupped dove eyed me, knowing, unafraid—and the miracle of what  happened after: steady arc, sudden sky,  splitting january sun. the cardboard is empty  save the cooling-butter smell of my father’s  youth. he digests; his eyes pool on his  cheekbones. every mourner, examining her  young eyes on their programs, told me i was her  spitting image. i showed my teeth, wondered  whether being known could strip me bare. in  their wire cage, the tagged pigeons mumbled,  readying themselves for release and return.


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Molly Williams (Twitter: @mollyvwilliams, Instagram: @mollyvwill) is a Black/mixed-race & queer student of fiction & poetry at the Michener Center for Writers in Austin, TX. They previously lived in Brooklyn, NY, & and have poems published in No Contact and forthcoming in Typehouse.