25 May Sophia Tempest Parsons
Posted at 11:11h
in Poetry
RITUAL
everything you do is a ritual
you hold death on the back of your eyelids,
feel hands where there aren’t
you can be a wild animal
if you want to be
after all this time,
i am scared because i should be
LIME TREE
the moon has flesh
and i bet it feels like yours
home is a letter on my wall that says
“it’s okay, you’re getting better”
there’s a lime tree where
you should be you speak to every
untranslatable part of me
Sophia Tempest Parsons is a cluster B poet, porcelain doll collector and Sagittarius who splits her life between Austin and New York. Her work is primarily about bad sex, teeth and her mother. Tempest is her real middle name.
