by Donna Vorreyer
I splinter the green with my animal
smell. My body a sack of hand
grenades and shattered glass.
I candy this drought with my brittle
desire. My body a crossing
of cobwebs and sugared floss.
I docile each crack with foundation
and adhesive. My body
a curled currency that buys nothing.
My dormancy devours comfort,
my curves a ceremonial sacrifice.
Yet my ducts still color with other,
the blood still diligent in its rivering.
Donna Vorreyer is the author of To Everything There Is (2020), Every Love Story is an Apocalypse Story (2016), and A House of Many Windows (2013), all from Sundress Publications, as well as eight chapbooks. Her work has appeared in Baltimore Review, Tinderbox Poetry, Poet Lore, Sugar House Review, Waxwing, and other journals, and she serves as an associate editor for Rhino Poetry. Recently retired from 36 years in public education, she looks forward to new adventures.