ANTI-SONNET ICE CREAM, BY LISA KRAWCZYK
“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.