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If Sappho Met Persephone

I love her more than I have poetry for.

I love her more than I have poetry for.

Every time I see a pomegranate I want her
to crack open the red shell of my lips, lungs, legs,
and dig out seeds of promised fruit
that has not yet fallen to her feet,
to excavate the ventricles of my heart,
barbaric sweetness
leaving pink honeycomb hollow behind
for the ants to lap at.

I want to stay, want her to return to me like spring,
to keep her,
I recite a prayer of
I miss you, I love you, and I miss you,
please kiss me and
I wish you could kiss me now.
It’s the shuddering edge of July and it is winter without her.

© 2019 by Laura Mayron

By Laura Mayron

Laura Mayron is a graduate of Wellesley College and was born and raised in Maui, Hawaii. A queer poet, she is pursuing a PhD in queer surrealist Spanish literature at Boston University. She was a Gival Press Oscar Wilde Award Finalist in 2019 and was nominated for Best of the Net 2018. Laura has been previously published in Arc, 3Elements Review, Noble/Gas Qtrly, Arlington Literary Journal, among others. If she could go back in time, she’d have a drink with Spanish surrealists. Find her on Twitter @lauralydia93.