Maryam Hessavi

3 Poems

Poppy Bruise

It came
as someone else’s poppy bruise, but
now has blued into a sort of
Neptune on my inner thigh
battle wound
starship badge for
showing off
for falling off the bike, now

Fading             slow
into dispersing constellations of
dry blood in pores:
clotting stars

Sometimes, I like to reach a finger out
and press into the sky


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