Miscellania

Hey there, my previous poem post seemed to be a success so I figured I would share another. I have written over 10 poems this summer (which is actually half the requirement for thesis, but not all 10 are good obviously!) But I thought I'd share this one, written on week 5. Easy Sun (Week 5) There is a skinny cat blinking slow stretched out in a triangular patch of sun. At an earlier hour, this kind of heat would pull the driveway to a taffy -- a perfect quicksand for green plastic soldiers. But it is late afternoon-- golden hour The way my skin feels after soaking in million year old light. I want to fill my tub with your heat so that when I sit upright the steam continues to rise from my knees. I feel sweat form on the small of my back my sunburn itches and I blink slow. This is one of my favorite songs lyrically but I always love MewithoutYou, especially when I'm working through anything emotionally or mentally. Th...

Vessel My fingertips prune once I break the skin of the water’s surface. The pulp of a peach against the white-calcium smile of a claw foot tub. My spine rounded by the hull of my bath, I sink. Lower into the groan, breathe into the deepening. The peaks of my breasts stand stoic as bare floating islands. I capsize, my palms ripening and chest tightening. ”Comadrona, ahora.” M. Mazzaferro 2015