(The Bedroom: thread count)
the unfolding
stumbles
legs shuffle,
tightness / tucked /
tightly sucked
/in/so/that/ toes
woe &
all she can think of
is the door
wings x’s four
I have
a dragonfly
inside my heart,
multiplied in kisses
gilded to
collisions
stacked in brittle
mouths and girdles –
a gait that lingers
on the inside of my teeth
Dana DeFranco is an educator and poet who lives and works in the San Francisco Bay Area. Her poetry explores connectedness and positionality, rethinking the ways in which social constructs negotiate place and space. Dana is currently working on her MFA at Mills College in Oakland, CA.
