If I shave the mustaches of famous dictators
into my pubic hair, do I cease to be a threat?
When I detonate my body I become an embrace
but the issue remains—what it could mean to be taken
seriously when the perfect woman is an antique
trumpet: an instrument that ruins your lips.
K.T. Billey left rural Alberta, Canada, for New York and a Poetry MFA at Columbia University, where she is now a Teaching Fellow. Poems are forthcoming in Ghost Proposal and have recently appeared in Prick of the Spindle, H.O.W. Journal, Palabras Errantes (poetry translations) and Other Voices.
