1/1/2019 Poetry by Isabella Zellerbach lolwho CC flight father are you sorry for the pain you cause with each inhalation and half-thought word spilling forth a violent red it is you father who draws first blood—wetting the dry ground every spring—of jagged vitriol and call it petrichor father—hear me when i tell you the wax wings you so carefully crafted and gifted me with love to come back to you are my liberation and my extrication helped along by your presumption i come home rather than fly too close to the sun and drown mother mother do you listen? leave me freedom and stop nudging the neighbor’s son and over sung hero to send me gifts of shiny gold where are you? when i say i’m in love with nothing but the wind and dirt between my toes do you see me? when i outpace every man you set in front of me—even those you help cheat to win me oh mother do you want? their blood staining your fingers when i run them through for kissing false truths into my skin like promises ![]() Isabella is a writer with a focus on the culture/superstition of a Mexican household and how that relates to sexuality, gender dynamics, and grief/trauma. She is a graduate from Johns Hopkins University with Bachelor’s degrees in Writing Seminars and Political Science. She is a Flash Fiction Reader and Assistant Creative Non-Fiction Editor at Homology Lit. She has work forthcoming in Honey & Lime Lit. You can find her at @izellerbach on twitter or https://izellerbach.wordpress.com/. |
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