3 Poems | Raging Opossum Press

"doctor says your skin is
elastic. stretchy exterior, elongated, un
forgivingly easy to snap, babylike reminiscent of
girlhood, this too is your skeletal wrapper
hemorrhage of the eye will come
in handy for days to come, insert
joke about flexibility / insert gratitude for not wanting
kids, tell him you won't
live to be disappointed like them"

"i'm so sorry, you tell plant. i hope i didn't hurt you. you wait minutes before walking away from them, ask them about light, how much do they need, are they thirsty, you worry what colour will they become as the sky turns orange. i'm no mother, not even to them. i stalk the terracotta bodysuit you have wrapped them in. wait for the flies to collect."