Tristan Loper CC
a litany of desire
The harvest moon has its teeth
in me, but I want Ouija, I want Salem, I want skin
closing on mine like the summer’s
peak. I want tarot readings until the past
comes undone and I want death
upside down. Sideways. I want better
stories: ones where I get through
to you. I’m trying to get through to you,
like a body in the water or a hand
passing through a mirror over and over
again, but no gold mine or perennial.
Give me the ocean so I may drown
with my mouth forever closing, like holding
godhood or smashing the eggshell sky
on a plate. Little bits of stars raining
everywhere. I want twin souls and solstice
and the blood forging us from pain
and I want your laugh fading into the dusk.
I want you back, baby. Forget it.
Ella Rous (she/her) is a first-year student currently attending the University of Texas at Austin as a Plan II and psychology double major. Though her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Emerge Literary Journal, Red Lemon Review, and Sledgehammer, she is best known for being vocally queer and for her zebra patterned platform crocs. Her twitter handle is @creatingella.
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