Two Poems by Arya F. Jenkins



She asks me to tell her

How much I love her and why

In French

Which she loves

As much as she loves

How I love her

Back arching

Eyes closing

Hands reaching for me

She wants me in her


All I couldn’t do when

Lovers preferred me on my back



Placid on an emotional plate

No negation--

Now it’s my turn to sing

Turn over

Examine the leaves across her breasts

Berries on her fingers

Stretch her arms back on the pillow

And begin.


You know

Sitting still

Gazing out the window

Through blinds at the driveway

That he is likely to appear

Any moment

Just because he knows you are here

In this place he calls home

That he extended

No strings attached

Lies dribble through your fingers

You should know better by now

Inside you see

A cool dense wood


Sunlight peeking through

Patches of greenery awaiting you

This is where you would go

If you could

Had you not lied to yourself

Not tethered yourself to the idea

Someone else could provide such sanctuary

But here you are

Sunlight on your bare legs

Trying not to think

Of the one who is coming

Who would swallow you whole

If he could

Who would do

Whatever it takes to

Travel you like a river.

Arya F. Jenkins’s poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction have appeared in numerous journals and zines such as Agave Magazine, Blue Heron Review, Cider Press Review, Dying Dahlia Review, The Feminist Wire, Foliate Oak Literary Magazine, IO Literary Journal, KYSO Flash, Otis Nebula and The Ekphrastic Review. Her fiction was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2017 and 2018. Her poetry has also been nominated for the Pushcart. Her work has appeared in at least five anthologies. Her poetry chapbooks are: Jewel Fire (AllBook Books, 2011) and Silence Has A Name (Finishing Line Press, 2016). Her short story collection Blue Songs in an Open Key was published by Fomite Press in November 2018.