Poetry by Cristine Gostinski

               Wesley Carr CC



Ignoring myself

I don't want to feel like the gum 
stuck to my parents' bedside, 
like the pen that doesn't write 
anymore, like I was made to be 
stepped on and left behind

But you see, I don't want to be 
idolized as the most charming 
queen, that purple flower that 
my mother loves so much. Nor do 
I wish to be feared, like a hate-filled 
god for his creation

I don't want to feel anything for myself
let me be like this, like the grass 
of the neighbor I don't like, like the 
clouds I see in the distance, like the
colors of the sky

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Cristine Gostinski is a casual writer and artist from Brazil who really dislikes sparkling drinks and really likes coins. Her poetry or art has appeared or is forthcoming in Moss Puppy Mag, Green Ink Poetry and Mausoleum Press. You can find her on Twitter @WinterGhoull.

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