Zoey

“She didn’t even spare a breath. “Yes,” she said, and closed her eyes, warming silently in the grass.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Six

“All day you have been on my mind
A seagull perched on an old wharf
piling by the steely grip of its claws
shrieking when any other comes too near
waiting for fish or what the tide brings
shaking out its long white wings like laundry.

All day you have been on my mind
a thrift store glamour hat that doesn't fit
with a perky veil scratching my cheek
with a feather hanging down like a broken tail.”
― Marge Piercy, The Moon Is Always Female: Poems