Danielle Rose
pretty in soft light
like how eyebrows are a lie / & how this is plucking something out
or taking a razor to rawness again & again / i concern myself
first with methods to interrogate birdsong / & then with scouring
this old thesaurus for a word that means
/ this body is a cascading series of discomforts
& desperate for things it does not understand / like men & women
falling in love / i only imagine romance like licking lips
and too-long stares on the subway / never these clever methods
to devour a persistent yearning / i just want a machine
that turns a raincloud into dreams / i want to look in the mirror
& decide that yes i am pretty in soft light / pretty like a swarm of bees
passed out drunk in a yellow flowerbed / pollen
floating / all in soft light so pretty
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