You will not believe me when I tell you there are years
you will want nothing more than sleep and to be kissed
senseless by the quiet.
There were other years you thought you needed beauty
the way the girls in fairy tales need magic rings, or locks
of hair, or golden coins. A talking bird, a shoe.
You will not believe me when I tell you it’s the wanting
that you’ll miss the most, once your lap is full of everything
you thought you’d go without.
Those years you made a compass of desire, the way
you make a paper heart by folding it in half,
and cutting what is left of it away.
|Jen Stewart Fueston is the author of Madonna, Complex (Cascade Books 2020), Latch (River Glass Books 2019) and Visitations (Finishing Line Press 2015). Her poems have been published or are forthcoming in AGNI, Thrush, Western Humanities Review, Spoon River Poetry Review and elsewhere. A native of Colorado, she has taught writing at the University of Colorado, Boulder, as well as internationally in Hungary, Turkey and Lithuania. |
Nilsa Rivera Castro writes about gender and diversity issues. She’s also the Managing Editor of The Wardrobe and the Non-Fiction Editor of Doubleback Review. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Huffington Post, 50 GS Magazine, Six Hens Literary Journal, Assay: A Journal of Nonfiction Studies, Selkie Literary Magazine, and Writing Class Radio. She’s currently an MFA Nonfiction candidate at Vermont College of Fine Art and lives in Riverview, Florida.