Papercutting extraordinaire, MicKenzie Fasteland presents “Two Sapphic Queens” this Valentine’s Day.
honeyed skin // pressed tight / slick
I fantasize about a body / Often / Candied veins buried / Beneath a pile of skin / Organs that could play the violin
(Happy Birthday) / And then, when it’s all over, I will fly back to your arms to begin again, a fresh story
i had to seduce myself first the rest came / afterwards
i drink despair down / with lavender wine and burning ambrosia honey
The overlooked ingenuity of the mother. / The abundance of the mother.
Spooked by his softness, he fled to the forest.
How neither of us/were made to debut in the kitchen out of our own/physical hunger, except if you believe grief too has a growl,/has a belly.
reminded of studying her bruises in poetry seminars