By Ash(ley) Michelle C.
this year will be the year of my ankles
and sitting by bodies of water
that may or may not be
visibly wet.
this year i want to melt into puddles
from a touch, a glance, a perception
of the sun’s light while it’s here
because a star is always dying
and so am i, so am i,
so i am dreaming awake,
living in dreams,
taking midnight messages to heart.
i rest within, i float up six feet
above my crown, and
i look down at my ankles,
so sweet.
i don’t have an anklet
but i do have a fake gold chain necklace
that wraps perfectly around
these columns of mine,
two times.
i feel so cute now,
and accomplished,
on january 31st.
this was my year for sure.
Ash(ley) is a country-girl, romantic scum, pastoral eroticism poet. She’s genre fluid; and her style—she got it at ross and stock shows. Her poetry has been published in Bullshit Lit‘s Second Anthology and Tiny Spoon. You can find her on Instagram as @c.ash_m and on Twitter @ash_m_c
