Life is Like a Jar of Olives
scoop out the best-looking one and
Now I am older and I choose
The wolf meets me every Sunday
we take off our shoes and
“animals don’t wear clothes.”
The wolf holds a knife to my throat.
I shave his fur to kiss his scars.
bruises spilled on my milk white skin
windows to the universe inside of me.
the wolf picked me up in his mouth
and carried me to the highest rooftop.
I am foaming at all openings, I swear
When you love a dirty thing
he eats you from the inside out, Child
There’s a light switch in my mouth
that you can flip with your tongue
somewhere within my transparent
I cough up sparks on my pillow,
Anna Girgenti is a 19-year-old sophomore at Saint Louis University in Missouri.