my vagina 
is a battleax

Heidi Blakeslee

an old battered ship
that is said to have once
sailed in grandeur

pressed velour flags flying
amidst sea birds

a treasure chest
in the hull

pirate boys scrubbing the decks

a maiden at the helm
looking out towards
the bow spirit

shined and oiled wood
on the quarter deck

a proudly driven vessel once,
now aimless
afloat in a sea of fog

a rusty anchor waiting to sink
into the cold
depths
of sea weed

forgotten


Issue 1 : Fall, 2016