14

Katrina Kaye

Alone
with you,
I am
14 again.

No,
I never was
that young.

Demure perhaps,
but never
child.

I grew
old over
night.
Skipped
childish
lessons
given to
the young.

But you…

You made me
all eye
lashes
and growling
stomach.

You made me
quick to
tease and
easy to
catch
and completely
in love with you.

In 14 year
old love,
wrapped in
idolatry and
gratitude.

It wasn’t
meant to
last.

“14” is previously published in Rabbits for Luck (2016).

Kore

Katrina Kaye

he changed
my name, mother

he painted my
hair red and left
my skin hidden from
childish strokes
of sun

for three months
I hid in back rooms
knowing full well
the sun was shinning

I found comfort in the
shadow of his kindness
mother,

did you realize
this ripening fruit
was ready to be plucked?

In your absence
I fell from vine

“Kore” is previously published in Rabbits for Luck (2016).

Ordinary Grief

Katrina Kaye

flowers are a start
even if they are cut
even if they
too
will die

after all
we do not want our grief
to outlast its usefulness
the way trinkets and mementos
so often do

grief will outlast
the flowers

but they will serve as
a reminder
the cycle continues
there is always
something changing
in our hearts

from decay
a newness can arise
with love
forgiveness
passing of time

shells soften
by the turn of tides
diamonds eventually
crumble to sand

grief shouldn’t
last forever

take time
commemorate this grief
this ordinary
this everyday
but don’t ask it to remain

like the most resilient of roses
grief too will shed its pedals
and lose its glamour

grief will return to earth

it will erode like fallen leafs
like skin and bones
like love
and
in time
it will be forgotten

“Ordinary Grief” is previously published in Anti-Heroin Chic, December 2018.