“sonnet in pill form” & “delicacy”
by Stephanie Ginese
sonnet in pill form
It is a Wednesday like any & there is overpriced coffee & white women with perfectly practiced sad faces & nothing to be sad about. What I'm saying is my ancestors are disappointed. There is a button to my left that’s yelling my body, my business & now I am as steaming as the almond-oat-dandelion house mylk. I want the button to choke on its privilege. Its seven dollar latte. Like the women on the island that is much too small to consider choked on norethindrone grenades. On the smoke coming from cauterized innards. What I’m saying is someone too poor & too fertile & too erased gave the body donning the button its right to business & choice. Then the steam simmers to a plant based sorrow when I think of how everything that promises freedom comes with a body count.
I didn't mean to paint us willing that is just how it sounds in english let us be something other than colonizer porn spicy mamis, hot guinea pigs feet taste like a stewed freeing give us shit & we will make a feast survival means no part unused
my mother’s legs are a topography of indigo rivers a new one appears at the mouth of her body each time she remembers that squealing taste & the feeling of the citrine sun on her skin I want to become something other than what has been done to me
I once kissed a boy who thanked me for my history & by kissed I mean fucked & by thank I mean apologized said he was sorry for being a trigger the color of pigs feet I tell him my only form of birth control is the moon I was taught bodies are as effective as weapons
& still no ones knows what happened back then but God & her ghosts I tried to listen for their calling couldn’t hear anything over the fit of moans
Stephanie Ginese is the author of a forthcoming yet to be titled poetry collection centering Puerto Rican women, reproductive trauma, & mythology due out later this year. You can find her work in Homology Lit & Palabritas. She is the Director of Special Programs at Twelve Literary Arts & a co-host of The Fallen Fruit Podcast. She lives in Cleveland with her two sons & pet snake, Moonee. You can find her socially at @st.ginese.