By Alexandra Steahly-Jenkins
Maybe I was born this way
I’ll never know
I find myself
two-tongued and ten-handed
I like either both
this hidden hybrid
The first time I descended
into her wet everything the velvet sanctuary between
cheek and collar bone
lips and knees and my entire everything quivers
into belonging
but I don’t
belong
I am too much cardamom and blush another way not enough
This complex identity stays hidden unless
Are you like me?
Please let me show you
all my many-mouthed
desire.
Alexandra Steahly-Jenkins lives in San Francisco and works as a nurse. She is a voracious reader and aspiring poet.