1 Poem by Gervanna Stephens

Every so often I expel

Sometimes I shed spells plain as the day,

faint and long and rosy.

Sometimes I wake or moon

and still flower pearled and faded.

Sometimes I wonder,

return to dreaming plump and

leave without breeding spring

sorrow soft or grazing.

The roof of my mouth

sips from my tongue

wretched with nothingness.

Is truth in forgetfulness a dreary sigh?

When romance

nears the heart's meadows

I wander

unshorn in the shade.

Gervanna Stephens is a Jamaican poet and proud Slytherin with congenital amputation living in Canada. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The /tƐmz/, Rhythm & Bones, Bone & Ink, Rose Quartz, Okay Donkey, 8 poems, TERSE., WusGood.black, Enclave and Anti-Heroin Chic. She hates public speaking, has two sisters who are way better writers than her and thinks unicorns laugh when we say they aren’t real. Tweets @gravitystephens.