Monday, November 26, 2018

Guns & Oreos. by Aneka Brunssen


I am bathing in
pink nail polish
so, push me down
and say my name three times fast
I need to kiss
the hand of Moses
but baby, I can't breathe
when you hold me so tight
don't let them validate the
color of your eyes
if all they got is
cherry-stems and gin
don't let them run
like mother did
after he blew her
ear drums.

she emerged from
an ocean of Oreos and milk
with a gun in her hand
and nothing to shoot.





ANEKA BRUNSSEN is a writer, poet and graduate student from Bremen, Germany, with a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature and Cultural Studies. Aneka has written several non-fiction essays, in both German and English, as well as a few short stories, articles, reviews and poetry collections. Her work has been published in several American and German print and online literary journals as well as magazines. She is currently working on an autobiographical novel and a poetry collection. You can find samples of her work her: http://spacetrashpoetry.weebly.com

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