stole four teeth from the
shades of my mouth, shrouded in
soil and summoned you
an equitable
compromise: what i’ve flowered
twists statuesque stems;
(canine betrothal:
promise me your teeth so i
know it can be real)
so we’re peppered with
incandescent warmth these days
hands twined with sunbeams
i don’t tell you: you
know already. maybe, do
you know how to love?
Stephanie Anderson (she/they) is a library worker, union organizer, and MS Professional Writing student in Baltimore, Maryland. She's almost burnt down her apartment multiple times but if her renter's insurance company is reading this that isn't true. More of their work is held in Genrepunk, MIDLVLMAG, The Coalition, and en*gendered, or you can find them screaming into pixels at @whoastanderson or whoastanderson.neocities.org.
