I employ quantum healers and psychics.
who else casts out ache through
the curse matrix? father was a dark
mouth. his arms no longer move at will.
I sit in a bath and my body submits to a
childish sadness. I howl as though mother
might hear me. next door lives a young
woman, she gets boxes from Nasty Gal.
surrender to a calling less divine.
we read through a book – beckon your
soulmate from the web’s wilderness.
I am bitter and have no clear intent,
I’m learning. women need sharp teeth,
bald labias, tennis skirts. I’m unable to
open my mouth wide, I tell everyone.
I have no cavities and no ambition.
I’ve never shaved my legs clean.
Annakeara is a writer based in Los Angeles. She is working on her first novel.