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.

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Jess Kangas is a strawberry siren poet located in North Carolina. Her poetry is rich in sound, structure and secrets. A former New Yorker in the South, she has been featured in Califragile, PoetryCircle and Open Arts Forum.