Whatever You’ll Let Me
You are not an easy person
To come by, that is.
Like a warm day in February,
Melting the top two layers of compounded snow.
You let the grass peak through.
You are not summer.
You never tried to be.
But I may be,
Summer, that is.
Because I’m not easy either.
I’m warm, and I’m difficult.
I engulf with unintentional oppression.
I’m Humid…
I push down.
I don’t let up.
I don’t let in.
I don’t let
My blood.
My blood didn’t let up on me,
You see.
But I’d let you.
Did you know that?
I’d let you have me, hold me
I’d let you hurt me,
Only because you wouldn’t.
I’d let you let my blood dry.
I’d let you dry up the humidity
in me.
And you, My warm day in a cold,
Cold February,
To you. For you.
I’ll be whatever you’ll let me.
Naked Necessities
Right now, my body wants. It wants to run. To bend, to fill, to be shaped and folded into shapes it’s not able to make. Something fun and painful Something zig zagged. Jagged And artfully pretty. My body wants to be filled. With love, reassurance, food, terror- All to be spilled out on the floor So that I can see it better, So that I can touch it. My body wants to feel that floor For the first time And to recognize it. My body wants, and wants. It’s a needy, selfish. Thing.
Ava is an interdisciplinary artist that enjoys making visual art, writing poems, and performing music. They have been a creative for their entire lives, currently working on an art degree in CCS’s Illustration department. She has been awarded scholastic winnings, as well as a portfolio key and scholarship to Atelier Studio; where they studied for a year. They are an older sister to 7 seven younger siblings and enjoy working with kids. She is a constant daydreamer, and creates to explore their thoughts they are always immersed in.
