6/15/2017 0 Comments Poetry by Arianna Millernode management my hydrangeas are sprouting leaves like the lengthening searchbar on amazon.com. i type books on how to shut up a mansplainer ‘cause he keeps telling me to cut my little bulbous nodes that my flowering is too much, this version of me is overgrown. i search what are we programming into the soil the first hit says keep the girls in the dark : to suffer in shade; he wants me to stop flourishing yet expects me to stay. i post the q to tumblr how often does your man cut off your leaves? one reply : my stem is so scarred i can’t bud anymore i re co il refresh find books on repotting without damaging roots. Anatomy of a Wineglass I think my hair is too heavy, my head weighed down by strawberry strands this boy makes me laugh & I never snorted ‘til him. I squat over the toilet and expect red wine to flow out of me because we (together) drink too much, but it doesn’t come, so I fall beside him. he flips a lot in his sleep. swings his head back & forth. lips parted as if he is going to ask if I’ve gotten my period yet. I am only two days late two days is not a long time. he wakes up hard next to me and I cry during sex, count the lipstick lines on last night’s wineglass: imagine how he inserts himself into my base, up my stem, each of us mixing in the glass to swell over the rim. snap. confident cloves shimmy into flour-sift spread & coat bleeding egg cinnamon sprinkles over black molasses that run like tip-toed whispers. brown sugar folds over (into) powder pile & dried ginger plucks sinuses, widens irises. fingers dip into almost dough, stain amber-copper-sepia. mixture cakes under (inside) nail beds & soon i am whole. i roll little circles, make handprints of syrupy bronze on table on wall on skin i’m rising in self-indulgence & sin. when i stay open me like c h r y s a n t h e m u m run your wandering fingers over flourished petals. i am sprouting curls like dandelions: surrender when you pick me & lick the surface of my stem. i want you to cup my face in your palms, plant me beneath your ripened lips i bloom relentlessly. my leaves tremble, for once i relinquish rooting. i come undone to fill your garden with me. it’s nine twenty-five pm and i miss you. the smell of your body-wash wafting up between my breasts. the hardness of your bed. of you. stepping on your belt buckles in the dark. i miss wanting dark. finding your hair in mine. you in me . morning. how you can’t match your clothes. waking up with your lips. i miss star-dotted dimples on your cheeks. your restless sleep. the way you say my name when you want me. thick hair of your chest. my fingers drowning in it. wine spilling from your lips to my belly button. your brows raising when you ask what i’m thinking. i don’t want this to end. Bio: Arianna is a senior at the State University of New York: College at Geneseo where she studies Creative Writing and Adolescent Education. While she hopes to be an English teacher one day, she also wishes to pursue her Master's in Poetry following undergrad. Arianna is also involved in slam poetry, having won her college’s Slam Competition in the Spring of 2016. She hopes to continue writing and performing poetry once she’s out in the “real world”.
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