poetry
You must wear your rue with a difference
by Marisca Pichette in Issue Sixteen, July 2024
she makes a pond
in petals pluck’d (forget-me-)
planted in the upturn’d dirt
of graves.
her arms all dark,
disinterred bone dust (dancing girls)
her lungs weigh’d down
with growing things.
she donates her breath to butterflies
& in her throat she bears (swaddled)
chrysalises fit to burst
in colors she’ll never see.
on the surface of her flower pond
no ducks, swans, egrets white
as the bones she left uncovered—
only gasping blossoms
& her:
she lay herself down
before poems could memorialize
a virginal sacrifice (hooker’s lips)
& parted her unkiss’d mouth
& unbeckoned, sang.
butterflies & moths & honeybees between her teeth
their wings louder than battles & ghosts
they leave in a curtain (naked man)
& in a curtain, rain comes.
her pond fills at last:
petals & princesses
orphans & orchids (wax lips)
frogs & foolish love
all wash away with perfume
& echoes.
Her soil accepts it all,
seeping down to the very tips of her
unbound hair.
© 2024 Marisca Pichette
Marisca Pichette
Marisca Pichette is a queer author based in Massachusetts. She has published more than three hundred pieces of short fiction and poetry, appearing in Strange Horizons, Clarkesworld, The Deadlands, The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, Fantasy Magazine, Asimov's, Nightmare Magazine, and many others. Her poetry collection, Rivers in Your Skin, Sirens in Your Hair, was a finalist for the Bram Stoker and Elgin Awards. Their eco-horror novella, Every Dark Cloud, is out now from Ghost Orchid Press.