
Beatrice Iker
Poem #14: happy new years
Updated: Apr 2, 2022
i would never tell you
to forget your wounds
stardust is many things
but it is not
unwounded
we are not
storyless, challengeless, painless
we are stumbling miracles, and
lonely in
crowds, we are popular in
isolation
i cannot wish you a year
absent of suffering
i only wish you a year
where you pour poison-laced honey down the throats of your monsters
and reign over the monsters you cannot murder