Remi Seamon is a student who spends her time split between Cambridge, England, and Seattle, Washington. She was commended in the Foyle Young Poet of the Year Award and has been published in a scattering of small publications, most recently the Dillydoun Review and Unlost. She considers her primary inspiration to be her dog.
Study of the Wounded Achilles, Mixed Media
We all have toes, some kind
of a down-there. Are in possession of bowels
and all their choreography, we leak
sometimes, we fall down sometimes, stub
toes break collars set wrong
sit wrong, bad posture bad
backs, we carry our own weight
in various places. Say who
when we mean whom, mispronounce
omnipotent, and believe in escape goats
instead of scapegoats. Have been loved
at some point in time, in one way or another
by the womb, room, river, by our own
gut bacteria, if nothing else, we all keep things
alive, my bad, mad, selfish
evolved shellfish, wanting things
that aren’t ours, susceptible to arrows
not limited to our heels.
Clementine Unbound 