ANTI-SONNET ICE CREAM, BY LISA KRAWCZYK |
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“Each night I’m getting queerer / chasing myself” -Evelyn Knight
Each night I turn the mirror away, a medicine cabinet dirty & open. I dare to peek at my fogged up cloud a glance that leads me queerer. Now that spring is at its edges the mirror won’t indulge fog. I chase no one but myself. Waiting for the time to catch down to me, to see level ground, not stumbling along. Get an ice cream cone instead — don’t fret — enjoy the brief moments of sweetness. |
Lisa Krawczyk is a queer poet based in Philadelphia who fell in love during quarantine. They have been published in Lullwater Review, Levitate, The Wisconsin Historical Society, and Esthetic Apostle.