Érika Miglioli

IMPOSSIBLE JOY

I AM NOT COVERED IN GASOLINE

YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE MY BODY IS COVERED IN GASOLINE

HEAD TO TOE

YOU’RE COVERED TOO

TOE TO HEAD

AND IT MAKES OUR SPARK IMPOSSIBLE

IMPOSSIBLE JOY

CLEAN SLATES

THERE ARE NO CLEAN SLATES

NOT ANYMORE

NOT EVEN

CAN I PRETEND THAT I AM

WHO I WAS BEFORE

THERE ARE NO REASONS TO

BE AFRAID

NO MORE

WE ARE DIRTY DISHES

AND DINNER

WAS GREAT

CHECKERS

I LURED YOU TO THE HALL

THE BEDROOM AND UNDER MY SHIRT

WE PLAYED CHECKERS

AND MY LAST MOVE

WAS YOUR TONGUE IN MY THROAT

YOUR FACE ON MY BREASTS

WAS OVERKILL AND GOD

I AM HOPING FOR

MASS MURDER

SEX

THE BRUISES WERE FRESH

AS YOU ACTUALLY

HURTED ME

THE BRUISES FADED

AND TODAY YOU SHOWED

ME YOURS

SO INTENSE

SO BRUTAL

I BRUISED YOU WORSE

BUT I AM THE ONLY

ONE IN PAIN

COCKTAIL BRUISES

I ASK FOR A GLASS

YOU HIT THE ICE

I LIKE IT NEAT

BUT I LET YOU BUY

NEGRONI GLISTENS RED

AND YOU PLAY NICE

MY TONGUE IS BITTER

YOU DRINK YOUR WINE

WE GET TWO MORE DRINKS

YOU’VE HIT THE ROAD

THE BILL IS MINE

I DRINK THEM BOTH

Érika Miglioli is a Brazilian artist based in São Paulo. Publishing now for the first time in a poem magazine. She works primarily with paint and recently found out she can also work with words. She believes her art shouldn’t be restricted to one medium, paint, pencil, blood, words, anything goes. You can check her work out on Instagram for now @erikamiglioli