Danielle Rose lives in Massachusetts. Her work can be found or is forthcoming in Pithead Chapel, The Shallow Ends, Sundog Lit, Five:2:ONE & Pidgeonholes.



Previously in Glass: A Journal of Poetry: Constitutional Crisis as Water Torture


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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