Issue 2: embodied

i don’t want to write a modern love essay

Sophie crocker

but i hate that a girl has to be baptized
in blood. i don’t want a lobotomy & i’m tired
of carrying an ice pick. the trick
where i hold my breath until i turn
into a flock of crows & remember the face
of every bad man—i used to live off it,
pecking wet lettuce off the pavement.
even the good men say that one of me
is called a murder. i don’t want to be
a survivor anymore but i don’t want another story
ending in girl bones. i don’t want to write a Modern Vengeance essay
but if i didn’t i’d be so easy to kill. i don’t want to wait
at the glory hole with open scissors but i don’t want
to be waterboarded until i am a raven again
but i don’t want what’s already been done to me but
i don’t want to be another snuff film star but i don’t want
black wings to perish in. when the sirens
pass i still say, “my ride is here.” sure, i’m not scared
anymore. but i remember every face, even the kind ones.

memory foam

Sophie crocker

lately, every sound

is an air raid siren.

a wineglass shatters

& i wonder

what i’ve done so wrong.

if we’d never kissed

maybe i’d never die. glowing-boned

whipping girl i’m impossible

to bury

yet always necessitating

gravity. through my keyhole

you called me

a bitch crying wolf. i hate

how much i believe—

inside myself with grief.

if i could, i’d devour you

forever. all day i spend

in bed like a bad daydreamer.

fetal position—a nebula. at least

a bitch limps home

& everyone feeds her treats.

at least if you gave me a wound

it’d grow teeth. at least you tried to eat me

with the wrong wretched meat. i still don’t know

what to do

with the polaroids of you

before you

carjacked my

cunt. fucking

lunatic i’ve got

dog fists now. now

i gnash

possessed

by survival

instinct. i think your god

& my god are different.

the god of martyr-making

v. the god of resilience.

paltry false messiah

for once

die for your own sins.

Sophie Crocker is an artist based on stolen Songhees, Esquimalt, and WSÁNEĆ land.  Her writing has appeared in Best Canadian Poetry 2023, PRISM International, The Malahat Review, The Fiddlehead, and elsewhere. Her debut poetry collection, “brat,” was released in fall 2022 from Gordon Hill Press. Find her online at @goblinpuck (Twitter and IG) and at sophiecrocker.com.

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