I see her in my spinning classes,
her mortar a sleek thumb of wood
that contorts the rhythm of the wheels.
I see her blueberry eyes in acai bowls.
She hounds me down the corridor
as I stack the pages from the printer,
her tongue lolling in and out
like a black wave.
She sneers at my fingers. She asks:
When was the last time they skimmed
the brown hairs of the earth?
When was the last time my dreams
shattered like Chinese porcelain?
She lifts a withered hand, sluiced
to the bone, urging me to grab my
skull-torch, light it on fire,
and find that splintered crack
where my reflection huddles,
ashamed of its fur skin.
I decide to follow her.
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Eugenia Pozas is a bilingual writer based in Monterrey, Mexico. Her first poetry collection in Spanish—Náufragos (Castaways)—was published in 2022 with 42 Líneas. Her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in Dust Poetry Magazine, Stone Circle Review, The Basilisk Tree, Sontag Mag, Crowstep Journal, and others. You can find her on Instagram as @eugepozas. |