Note: These poems contain explicit language and may not be suitable for all readers.

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Part I, youth

CALL ME VAL AGAIN. 

a year or two ago?

you may have seen me strangle a bird 

pretend that did not happen:

LITTLE GIRL, I AM ADDRESSING YOU 

why are you shuddering WHY ARE YOU

a libertarian flushed red in Church School debate class arguing why taxes should be abolished?

daddy is so so proud of you he kisses your forehead texts you i love you darling 

stop annoying NICKIE and EVERYONE ELSE or we’re never going to call you again

poor, poor papous

that night i did not [ritually, maniacally] whisper protections 

at your door.  

i did not stand looking at my disillusioned version of a security camera (ANDY OKEN installed)

too scared to enter the door, comforting myself with my childhood witchcraft. 

so i envisioned your grave and screamed and screamed. 

SIX IS THE DEVIL'S NUMBER AND THIS IS WHY 

saturn conjoined the moon in the sky & i let that be the explanation

harry turns around the corner. 4th year, freshman i assume. thought it could be any time: isn’t that the beauty in it? leather bookbag swinging i sigh into my rocking chair into my soup and into my motherhood     

MY LITTLE PONY FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC SINGING BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY WITH MY HOMOPHOBIC BEST FRIEND I LOVE YOU DEARLY (EMMA) BUT I DONT THINK YOU KNOW MY NAME 

grace grace grace grace grace grace grace grace grace grace grace grace grace grace grace grace

middle

[Note to young readers: this poem contains explicit language]

my fingernails taste like sherbet lemons

+ hangnails sugar clumPs

i used 2 see u in ur docs

hiding ur feet under plastic tables lying in ur playBOOKS

ruining ur pretty legs with graphite shards and dry bark

dancing in the u bend dreaming in green 

hey nonny nonny hey-

taste the cinnamon swirling in my veins 

65% 70% 80, 95 ...

     was it my purple face and purple body that let him kill me roughly?           when i see him in my dreams 

all these years later i am his age and his height and his bitter fucking taste

του αρεσεις mikri κοριτσια, οχι εσεις (οχι εσεις!)

σκάσε, διαβολοκόριτσο! 

what a sight for sore eyes

lion hair lion soul

i will consume you like you wanted 

i will rock you in ghost arms 

i will howl like a dog at midnight 

running my mouth as if i'm already gone

i am a liar and i am a cheat

was she then or is she now

blue jeans to druggie jazz. 

do i scare you enough now? lulled by the moone (loony, ludicrous, laughing)!

supersonic fucking dilemma, supersonic fucking mind. 

ηστορια μου-

in the summer i become Your gertrude, swimming in the lakes & rivers 

handing out rue to the dreamers

leaving lipstick stains on the olde machine that dragged me from the Basement couch onto shaky ass American Clouds. 

(sleepy women are good women) pretty little lips wrapped around my 

GAS GUZZLER SEA STRANGLER

i wish it was your body bloodied on the ocean floor rather than the bull’s who wandered out of the pasture

via niforatos has been writing poetry for three years. she also spends time working on visual art, which she hopes to continue studying at Sarah Lawrence. her lifetime aspiration is to become a mermaid.