Girl Wound
Last August, I chipped my tooth on an unripe girl
Knew the bruise of her mouth like hunger, like
An appetite for rage or
An impulse to devour
Her skin beckoned the way fire flickers,
And I understand:
To love another girl is to open myself to the flames
Believe me, I’ve known the burning first-hand
Now December, I watch the ivory-carved moon
Gnaw through sky-flesh
And wish for tangibility
Something so real it hurts
A manifestation so clear
You could almost touch it—
Almost.
Knew the bruise of her mouth like hunger, like
An appetite for rage or
An impulse to devour
Her skin beckoned the way fire flickers,
And I understand:
To love another girl is to open myself to the flames
Believe me, I’ve known the burning first-hand
Now December, I watch the ivory-carved moon
Gnaw through sky-flesh
And wish for tangibility
Something so real it hurts
A manifestation so clear
You could almost touch it—
Almost.
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Brooke Tapia is pursuing a General Associates of Arts and plans to pursue a Baccalaureate of Arts in English and a minor in Creative Writing.