Poetry: Flight by Melissa Wabnitz Pumayugra
My kid won’t stop screaming on this airplane
My kid won’t stop screaming on this airplane
I was seventeen, in love with you—before the fire, before everything
we confuse footsteps with our whimpers
I wouldn’t tell you it’s copper. I’d send you back up to the jukebox in our mojito summer, sucking spearmint and lime. The chromium lemon of streetlights expanding, trailing the […]
You are the angleworm /and hook, its barb / bent back—
my shirt soaked in the scent / of magnolias
The year like all else/ is on the turn
sugar beach on green sea
a lantern sheathed in frozen butterflies / jaywalks into yellowing foliage
The craft dictates / you must tan / the skin until there is no fluid.