by Eve Kenneally
Eve Kenneally is a Brooklyn-based writer, etc. Eve's poems have appeared in Wax Nine, bedfellows, and other places. Find Eve on twitter @eve_kenneally.
I lit a match and loosed it through my nest
of hair — suddenly, I had commitments!
Potential! So I staked my own dimensions & went
viral. Snaked failed warnings from my rust trick
of a throat. God, the lives I have lived! God: none
of my lives have been holy. Black platforms. I spit
new leaf in a short red wig because I’m
terror drawn . So sorry. So
meant to leave a missive, thick
as lip gloss: NOT ME
BUT CLOSER STILL