OH WELL
oh well
born
all wing and thrown voice
cicada why now?
discarded from yourself
a copy blood-eagled in squall
delivering your cross-bearing
through the borders of limerence
to touch
vestals to lictors?
forbidden.
who guides you here by hum
out of summer?
even if I learned
I couldn't know
BANGER
spoils
grimming afternoon
with many lemon seeded
drain guards.
spoiled
today’s wash again
slept through an earthquake
i’m sure tomorrow
is gonna be a banger
sequins
pocket change
line the fish cage
giving eye candy
it‘s a slay
looking past me
when the world blinks
the girls I know say
you’ve got it all
a face hinges wingspan
a tin foil safety net beneath you.
you are
a queen seed resisting arrest
everything is yours
to sneer at
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Yves B Golden is a writer based in Los Angeles. Her recent collection of poems and lyric essays was published by Tabloid Press (DE) and La Esconcesa (ES). She is the Feminist Center for Creative Work's 2024 artist-in-residence.