i tie a ribbon to a tree
leave milk and honey the white fleece of a young ram
i borrow the best picked men
we sing welcome first earth first mother
we carve on each other’s bodies
rivers woods valleys
every evening flower
i do love
that single hurt color a blue
memory second burial
true true feeling daddy is dead
we feast
i do not seek
to dwell beastish brutish
banished disobedience
to person or to poem
who do i womb
Leia Penina Wilson currently lives in the desert of Las Vegas, Nevada. After an appropriate amount of tears she hopes to earn her PhD in poetry. When she’s not reading YA fiction, she plays Magic the Gathering. Her first book of poems, i built a boat with all the towels in your closet (and will let you drown), is published by Red Hen Press.