what is this genre modern women sing
at times and always write the truest words
that meddle stagnant muscles in my heart
revealing memories unknown to them
and tearing down the norms that yell we must
conform to trite aesthetics locked in form
and not rebuild through substance our own flaws
what they reveal is between me and god
who comes to me in ill-assorted thrifts
and says “please shush it only I can judge
I wore plaid boots cause truth and joy is one”
I blink, read on, forget as idols blur
I bathe in time. Obeying only the air my fingers held
when I met words that made me melt and melt is melt
Gabija Kertenyte writes poems and creative nonfiction. In her free time, she likes to psychoanalyze herself and work on healing. She’s currently working on an oral history project.