The Boat of My Body
He tugged at my skirt. Said: vessel.
He hoisted me down. Yelled: voyage.
Yes, I am boat. Was born
half forest. Still think about that axe.
I want to smell like mahogany again.
I want all these hands out of my cabin.
Not to mention the oars,
forced down the mouths
of rivers or-
Noah was the first.
He said: Here is everything
left of this world.
Carry it for me. Your belly speaks.
A soft, wet float.
“My Father Tells me Pelicans Blind Themselves” published in Up the Staircase Quarterly
“Where No One Says Eating Disorder” published in Diode
“When the War Comes” published in Juked
AWARDS AND NOMINATIONS
“Burn the Boats” published in Bayou