Two Poems
The truth is, I’m terrified of this body
of water, the way it ripples through
my attempt at freezing it in fabric –
big basketball pants and an oversized men’s tee,
my hips still spin my school skirts
into hurricanes.
Feb 18, 2023 | ANIKA CHRISTOPHER, Poetry, PREE 10 | 0 |
The truth is, I’m terrified of this body
of water, the way it ripples through
my attempt at freezing it in fabric –
big basketball pants and an oversized men’s tee,
my hips still spin my school skirts
into hurricanes.
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