The King's Beavers, by Britt Coffman

Poetry, chapbook, 20 pages, from Bottlecap Features. This collection begins with a recipe and ends with a shopping list. It's days spent dreaming while I'm awake - seeing a moth attached to a kite when I miss the train or a badger where there is really a finance bro scowling over a flat white. I see a city in terms of nuts, berries and cracked lips. But you're wondering where the beavers are and why they belong to the monarchy. I guess I wanted to beg the question through these poems: is to be king to be truly alive? Or does turning a puddle shot with prism into melted rainbow butter make me a poet? Remember, these are dreams. To make sense of them is to destroy their fun. Britt Coffman is a 24 year old queer poet and fiction writer based in New York. Her work has been published in a few literary journals such as Reliquiae Journal and Menacing Hedge. Coffman's piece "No I" received the Pratt Institute’s BFA Thesis Prize in 2022 and her first poetry collection, Chronicle Psychiatrist Telephone, is available now.You can follow her on instagram @poet_escapist