sword earrings, unhinged ankles, a juicy fruit mouth, and the sun setting
molten fire in the windows of every american city.
a cold breeze is coming up from december to chill us all to the bone. you know the one.
the
beginnings of sickness, in the likeness of a
skinny kid fixing his mustang in his driveway, creeps into the back of my mind and decides to live there
for a time.
i pass a sign that says “I’M GORGEOUS INSIDE” and i identify with it. i pass a sign that says
“BEWARE OF DOG”
and i identify with that too.
as always, i am aware i have a
dreaming face, and
as always, i feel like a machine with bright headlights whose engine is
only now shifting into gear.
nothing is as cold as i thought it might be, but of course
the weather changes.
Abigail Diaz is an author of both poetry and fiction. She has been practicing fiction for five years and poetry for two. She has been published in the Sheepshead Review, the Ear, Rock&Sling Magazine, and the San Antonio Public Library 2019 Young Pegasus Anthology. She is currently a freshman at Texas State University and is majoring in English, with hopes of publishing poetry and fiction full-time in the future.