Qualia Literary & Art Journal

Among Bodies

This night’s air is thick
and lively with the day’s residue
heat, resin, night tar, and I am taking my body
out for a run. It is time for the body,
I say to myself, because it usually isn’t.

An ache lights
at the crown of each knee,
as a porch bulb illuminates
a wave of diamonds raining
back and forth over a lawn.

Hairs raise – the bloody sacks
inside my skin bloom into
majestic, delicate animal parts.
My legs are horse legs,
pulling at the earth.

Like silent, ballooning stars,
like the half-eared cat who sits under them,
like you,
I am a body, among bodies,
within bodies.


About the Author
Kathleen Kilcup spent five years as a Russian linguist in the US Army. She holds a BA in Philosophy and is currently pursing an MFA in Creative Writing at the University of California, Riverside. Her work has appeared in Camus, Paper Gardens and Clarion Journal of Spirituality and Justice.