by Tagean Fowlkes
When you are a girl,
you are actually two girls.
Sometimes more. Going to
a party or standing
at the bus stop. Especially
beneath a black pasture
governed by the moon,
the planet of human conquest.
To be alone is to be half a girl.
I feel awful
-ly combustible
in tonight’s post-rain
on a street spiced
with lamplight.
I feel that if
someone touches me,
I will detonate and shrapnel
into a million girls, all hurtling
across the road and down
into a slow
-coming daybreak.
Pegasus 