Come to life
Jennifer picks cherries to make jam
and asks me how do you know when you’ve reduced a self
to nothing
I pull the leaves off healthy succulents trying to grow
ten imperfections from something that was somehow
still alive
We sprout hummingbird wings fly
backwards into Broadway glam fantasies
wait
It’s too early to be a star
(to burn out)—
I haven’t even had my coffee yet
Rae Rozman is a school counselor in Austin, Texas. Her poetry often explores themes of queer love (romantic and platonic), loss, and education. She has been published in several literary magazines and anthologies. She can often be found curled up in a sunny corner with a novel and extra sweet coffee or playing with her two rescue bunnies. For poems, book reviews, and pictures of the aforementioned bunnies, follow her on Instagram @mistress_of_mnemosyne.
Other Works
Season of the Fear Angel
by Mary Elizabeth Birnbaum
... I remember when I died ...
Re:Birth
by Amita Basu
... Two pieces of squirming nudity ...