Aleda Bliss is an actress and a poet. Her written work has appeared in Chronogram, Tinderbox Poetry Journal and as part of The Boudica Series: A Festival of Women's Voices in New York City. She lives in Brooklyn.
just there in the dipped grass i sat astride
in the dark brooklyn night wearing white
underwear, his fingers
inside me. monarch butterfly,
some kind of transformation
i keep looking for everywhere
else.
i'm funny, i mean it, deadly
serious, also dirtier than you
expect and i don't mean
brash cigarette flicks
and i don’t mean high
pitched panting. i mean something
hungrier.
boys in their proud bare torsos working
out by that tree which i have to bend my spine
to see. it's frowned upon, isn't it, to call
another woman jealous. envy
is what i mean. combative with her body.
and we’re back on bodies. and we're back
on thirst. i have to be honest. i eat
what i want.