Kristi Kar

“i want the moon tattooed on my wrists
my grandmother keeps asking me to pray,
i don’t have the heart to tell her that my
poems are the only God i have left in me

my mother keeps leaving without saying goodbye
i wish she’d let me cut my hair in the 7th grade,
maybe i’d know how to deal with loss by now

i told myself i’d stop kissing boys who didn’t know my name
i said, i’d stop picking at my bones like broken decorations,
i’d quit with the smoking and the drunken poems, and when
i said things like “my bones are heavy” i would only mean it
as a good thing


heavy bones can’t be broken,
you can’t break heavy bones”
― irynka