Poems from eserzsi3
being the only cis-female
in an STEM engineering class
of cis-males
was new
(especially in a high school school where more “girls”...
popping daisies
the buttered sunshine is
scented with mud
hands numb
my feet clothed
running sweaterless in pollen
and clouds pregnant...
nose burning
lungs gasping
fire licking,
popping, crackling
inflamed heat
blistering skin
collapsing timbers
burning woods thin
leaning back on the branch
her spine is arched
with wool itching her arms
it’s damp and
the leaves offer soggy comfort
as they stick...
it spreads cold fingers down her legs
raises bumps along her skin
that you said was milky smooth
almost too much to touch
but did so...