Poetry by Alexis Diano Sikorski
Saturn
Saturn, in a bathtub and
far away,
quiet,
in her flow,
unashamed of her body;
not an eater of children.
sinks___
"him? what about him?"
he has a hole where he should have a heart!
I am out of my league___
debris flies but
so do satellites
and so can you_
if you grip tight
to the back ends of
space junk or
comets & pretend
you know
where to go___
you will.
Saturn, in a bathtub and
far away,
quiet,
in her flow,
unashamed of her body;
not an eater of children.
sinks___
"him? what about him?"
he has a hole where he should have a heart!
I am out of my league___
debris flies but
so do satellites
and so can you_
if you grip tight
to the back ends of
space junk or
comets & pretend
you know
where to go___
you will.
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Alexis Diano Sikorski is a Filipino-American seeking balance. She's studying English and Psychology at Texas Woman's University. Her work has appeared in Pour Vida Zine, Mistress, Enclave, The Regal Fox, Bombus Press, Queen Mobs Teahouse, SPAMzine, and Sea Foam Magazine, with pieces forthcoming in Sigma Tau Delta's The Rectangle. She likes dogs, looking out of windows on airplanes, and things that may or may not exist. She was probably a sailor in a past life. @Sikorskidear
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