Day 2 - Nightbitch
Nightbitch after Rachel Yoder’s novel Nightbitch
I would stain December gluey red. I would bring you rabbits in my teeth. The frost has bite, and so do I.
I don’t owe the world my lungs, but I howl the quiet out of the milk-blue morning anyway, sprint peppermint spirals in the indigo mists
of my own breath. I would curl up in December’s furrowed brow, smothered in the comfort of fur and raw satisfaction. I am learning to love myself






