poem to my lover which is also a poem to each & every woman
first act: the apple devours itself devours its seeds devours its skin
i wash my hands in a barrel that’s full of dirty water your face looks like the bird of paradise
except for the nail marks.
second act: we’ve pulled our own nails out.
third act: our fingers bleed the color of bleach there’s an ancient scab shining on the sky we don’t know whether it’s Moon or Sun’s wound when they told her she wasn’t named Star anymore.
final act: each tear a victory each smile a lost battle if we cry
we’ll go down
in History just like Ophelia just like Virginia just like Eve no that’s forbidden do not even
note it.
*Eve looks at us fondly she wipes her hands in the apron Lilith got her as a gift for the day she stopped begging.
i wash my hands in a barrel that’s full of dirty water your face looks like the bird of paradise
except for the nail marks.
second act: we’ve pulled our own nails out.
third act: our fingers bleed the color of bleach there’s an ancient scab shining on the sky we don’t know whether it’s Moon or Sun’s wound when they told her she wasn’t named Star anymore.
final act: each tear a victory each smile a lost battle if we cry
we’ll go down
in History just like Ophelia just like Virginia just like Eve no that’s forbidden do not even
note it.
*Eve looks at us fondly she wipes her hands in the apron Lilith got her as a gift for the day she stopped begging.
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Sol Camarena Medina is a mad, feminist lesbian who's also a loud laugher and lover. she was born in 1997 and she’s self-published two poetry books in Spanish + her poems are part of an anthology of Valencian women poets. she’s also written on mental health & feminism for Spanish magazines + she runs a blog, Pensando en Lila, and an online platform for contemporary women artists, artebruja.
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