Poetry by Bekah Steimel, Fall 2012


The sleeping awake

but love

it's too late


to be undone

even with

such fingers


as these

finely tuned

to unravel



scarred-over seams


but such


such a thumb



I can't be undone

or unwrapped


or untied

chain link fence

built inside


with a grave

and a bed


chain link fence

in my head


Bekah Steimel lives and writes in St. Louis, MO. She is currently working on her first collection of poetry, an autobiographical glimpse into one lesbian's struggles with addiction, fidelity, mental illness and mortality. Find out more at www.bekahsteimel.com.

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