Erika's work has been featured or is forthcoming in Hotel Amerika, Juked, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, The Birds We Piled Loosely, and elsewhere. She is co-founder and editor of A VELVET GIANT, an online genreless literary journal (coming soon!). She lives in Buffalo, NY with her pet cat, Willa.
1 poem
by Erika Walsh
Lana del rey asks for space
Will I feel good if I move to Venus
Do they listen to satellites do they get high
Do we have a connection do they love me
Will I care if they love me will I like that
Will I like being touched on the cheek
Will they send me a rose will I cringe
Do they know what I mean by heroin
Do they think I mean woman and power
Do I make anybody feel strong
Will I get to be alone up there
Will there be champagne can I wear a crop top
Will I get drunk and float like a comet
Can anyone see my pores shrinking
Do my teeth grind when I am asleep
Should I have sex in a hot tub this weekend
Should I have sex on the roof of this building
Should sex make me feel like I’m something
Do these people own me is that cruel
Do they know what I mean by I’m sick
Do they think I mean flu that will heal soon
Will they take my picture in the moon sand
Will they ask me to frown like a child
Will they touch my brown hair will I like that
Will I press my ear into a crater
Will somebody tell me a joke
Do babies feel insulted do they get it
Do they like being held do they want that
Are they just being hungry and patient
Does the universe want me to fear it
Will this black hole come take me inside it
Will it come for me still if I want it