I’m growling,
moaning, surrounded
by men—
they think I’m their

But no, you’re mine—
you only
exist when
I breathe you
all into me and
stab your knees with
paper cuts.

You’re flounder-
ing, such a fragile shard.

Look at me
when I speak—
pick that
up. I’m going
to tell you
the truth.

Image credit:Jess Kangas

Jess Kangas is a strawberry siren poet raised outside NYC. She lived in upstate NY for years and has now relocated down South to teach high school English in North Carolina. She has been featured on PoetryCircle, and Califragile. Her poetry focuses on love, heartbreak, sex, and the strange. She works in stream of consciousness. Her poetry is rich in sound, structure and secrets.