More Than These
written by: K.F. Hartless
@hartless_k
More than Tita’s keys
and the Ferris wheel birthmark
below my Havana Gold knee.
More than secrecy,
smoky Cohiba eyes,
more than these.
More than my country and
the pale-necked galliwasp
in my chest that is striking
as hummingbird hues of dawn
streak colors like lightning.
Ay, more than right or wrong.
More than the striped tiger
decapitated in its youth.
The subway of my future commute.
My mariposa orchid blooms.
More than light,
and more than truth.
A candela burning, but
I no longer mourn.
La Milagrosa no more.
Blind, but now I see.
My uterus, my prized possession.
My most sacred part,
no more concessions.
K.F. Hartless (she/her) is a free-spirited fiction writer and word trapeze artist. When she's not juggling her career as a literacy specialist, she's preparing her latest death-defying act on the keys. Recently, she's been published by Horns and Rattles Press, 365tomorrows, Luna Station Quarterly, and Last Girl's Club. Check out her Yard Sale of Thoughts for fresh finds.
Latest posts by K.F. Hartless (see all)
- More Than These - July 15, 2023
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- Astronomical Dust - November 12, 2022
