The Dark has Beauty All Its Own
Do you remember the exhibit in the
The mummified child whose eye-
lashes remained, her skin grey and supple.
I can understand the look on her face now –
like pretending to be asleep.
My forested body’s own pruned lids
lay similarly porcelain with doll lashes,
Inside, the stuff of me has scurried
off to play pretend with dried twigs.
Imagine magic wands in my hands ––
The force of moments where
the sprigs can manipulate
the wash of time.
Kailey Tedesco received her MFA from Arcadia University where she now teaches English. She is the co-founding editor-in-chief of Rag Queen Periodical and a member of the NYC Poetry Brothel. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. You can find some of her poetry featured or forthcoming at FLAPPERHOUSE, Menacing Hedge, Quail Bell Magazine, Bellevue Literary Review, Prick of the Spindle, and more. She believes poetry is the closest thing we have to magic. For more, please visit kaileytedesco.com.