OLD POETS

I want to be like them
more than my professors
to have Sunday night
translate into possibilities
they tell me my name sounds like persimmon looks
they say who wants to go scream at God in a bar
I have only been old enough for two months
I already know I am either screaming—
Thank you—or—
Fuck you

I don’t know what’s worse.

 

ON MEN AND ALSO MY EX 

  • A COMEDIAN MAKES A JOKE
    ABOUT BUYING DINNER AND NOT
    GETTING HER MOUTH
    IN RETURN
    THE PUNCHLINE IS
    A BODY BELONGING TO ITSELF
     
  • YOU DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH YOU MISS HIM
    UNTIL YOU THINK A STRANGER IS HIS SMILE
    AND IN THIS YOU REALIZE
    YOU ARE ALWAYS MISTAKING TELEPHONE POLES FOR CROSSES
     
  • I ONCE DATED A BOY
    WHO LOVED MY DEEP CONDITIONER
    I WOULD OVERUSED IT
    SATURATE MY HAIR IN COCONUT SILENTLY
    THANKLESS, 
    I WONDER WHY I AM ALWAYS SOFTENING
    MYSELF
    FOR MEN

CHESTINA CRAIG is an intersectional feminist, poet, and scientist in training who lives in Long Beach, California with her cat. Currently a student at California State University, Long Beach studying Marine Biology, she spends her free time in the ocean, taking photos, and petting sharks. Her other talents include eating whole pizzas and falling in love with 7pm tangerine sunlight. She hopes to one day only be required to wear gauzy long dresses and dance in the sea.