poetry of the week (15)

PC: Lexi Jude

Sertraline

My lungs commit atrocities on a full stomach and I taste it. I taste you. Sometimes we are sweet headache and ungentle. Sometimes we forget. I catch my reflection in your piano teeth. I wish for the ability to navigate myself around the rim of a glass, taking the form of an anglerfish. I wish to die somewhere lovey-dovey. It looks like daffodils when I laugh. When we spoon under blurry and golden. I am happy. I swear.

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AUTHOR - Arielle Tipa

Arielle Tipa is a writer who lives near a haunted lake in New York. She is the Founding Editor of Occulum. Her debut chapbook of poetry and prose, daughter - seed, is set to release in Winter 2018 from Empty Set Press.