<contemporary child>
con(temporary)child
i eat
+ evolve
her voice is sex
a good phoenix
like guilty human soup
pregnant with glass
damage recharges
friends + art
i have a sister
in another dimension
like a rare ritual mask
a bedroom sculpture
falling asleep w/
hearts on different coats
gaming at opera +
dreaming of time travel
<party people>
flitting between burned
tea
lights
(wetwax)
on green
sequins
filament strands
whisping across
painted blue
lids
trans//fixing even the
beads of sweat
to the antiquities
as i s l o w l y c r a w l
down
to the cool
wood of the bathroom
floor +
press my face into
your robe
Sara Matson’s writing can be found or is forthcoming in The Journal Petra, Theta Wave, Dying Dahlia Review, Vagabond City Poetry, Déraciné Magazine, DATABLEED, Soft Cartel, Dream Pop Press, and elsewhere. Sara lives in Chicago with her rad husband + cats, and Tweets as @skeletorwrites.