I want to let it rest
I won third place for baking an apple pie and my name was in the newspaper
It looked misunderstood and
it smelt like cold butter
we are known for our fruit.
me, and my girls.
I made lemon butterfly cupcakes that went back and forth
Mama said take care of them
faking lemon felt like taking the woman
with the blonde hair
mixing her with heavy boys full of milk
that pour through the center of aluminium bowls
I’d rather just take the lemon with my hands
lemon zests that fall on breasts
and flirt with nature.
Chivomengro, Eber & WeinSea Foam Mag, Alien MouthHellscape Press, Breadcrumbs MagazineSara Martin is a young lady poet and will be getting her MFA in Poetry at NYU come fall. Her work has appeared in , , , and other miscellaneous places. You can find her on Twitter as @thekitteninme and on Instagram as @sara.i.think