Neighbor. by Eliana Vanessa

I might look holy

but I’m not

got quite a few spots

mama    the nanny

they tried

 to understand me

 got snakes in my ears

on guard

can you hear em

             don’t have scars

                         only 384 cars

goin’ in different directions

you wanna fuck my infections

  I got poetry

I got a muse

  never unexcused

my quiet absence

just a loud

disturbing presence

Eliana  Vanessa is originally from Buenos Aires, Argentina and moved to New Orleans, Louisiana at a young age.  Eliana's poems have been selected for display via a community project called St Tammany Poetry on the Streets, and she recently participated in the Jane Austen Festival (2017 and 2018) as part of a panel of other selected poets.  Eliana attends several writing groups, including Poets Alive, Bayou Writers and Inklings in Mandeville, Louisiana.

Her work has been published at The Rye Whiskey Review, Cajun Mutt Press , The Horror Zine , Under The Bleachers .