As the Beautiful Boy Pens Girl
after Germaine Greer
I am simply unshaven–you lapping up each sand-strung
curl: the night, a bowl to scrape clean.
A tongue twisted out from under me
to shape-shift, another seeking to bare my cheek.
I emptied lighters with my ire. I stripped alone
after feeding my fingers to the distended jowls of
a mother. Everyday, I watch you
deflate with more flesh and circle
bloodied prints tucked against
our fists knocked up with silk which
fluttered across our bodies
as hinges to
Here, I’ve shuffled our missteps into a light-footed draft.
these shapes we massage into
By Alexa Theofanidis
Alexa Theofanidis attends St. John’s School in Houston, Texas, where she is the co-Editor-in-Chief of the literary magazine Imagination. She is also the recipient of two regional gold keys and one silver key from the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards.