Poetry: Coffin Bell and 2 other poems by Rebecca Kokitus




coffin bell


holy ghosts knew that

starving was sacred


that monastery drug, the

pious get drunk on emptiness


I feel divine when I see

black bats cloud my vision


when I stand up too quickly I

feel like christ on the third day


ring my coffin bell, I too

rise from the dead like a fiction




the tattoo


last came the numbers

he made his way backwards

started with that painless seven


your life reduced to a single

dash between — that line that

seethed like hornet sting


you crept out of me,

nestled in crimson

where lung met trachea

or perhaps that single drop of blood

was my mother, as I am only half you

pressed there like stethoscope

listening for breath


and the beginning, the rounded nine

like a lullaby, like singing you

in infant miniature to sleep

beneath my skin






solitude so harrowing,

like the ache of hunger

I learned to welcome —


why can’t I learn to

welcome this?


solitude so harrowing

that I miss the ghosts

that stirred


and made the air

rustle like curtains





Rebecca Kokitus is a poet residing in the Philadelphia area. She is currently a student at West Chester University of Pennsylvania, where she studies English with a concentration in Writing. Her work has been published and is forthcoming in over two dozen literary journals. You can find her on Twitter and Instagram at @rxbxcca_anna, and you can read more of her writing on her website: https://rebeccakokitus.wixsite.com/rebeccakokitus



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