Oracle for my hip My mother might say it embroidered me in wax
like a bee left image center of the icon visible.
Offstage deformity gallop tethered
my two true mouths & one eye.
human nature
alarm
Dorothy Lune
Dorothy Lune is a Yorta Yorta poet, born in Australia & a best of the net 2024 nominee. Her poems have appeared in Overland journal, Many Nice Donkeys & more. She is looking to publish her manuscripts, can be found online @dorothylune.
Australia
Selected work (11 publication)
Vanquish My torso diced him like crowds of mercy
Assimilations or if God is like the log lady
& can only hold so much. In
a private display I slather myself
in solid sunset,
Postpartum I bathe an apparition falls like snow into my arms. I try to convince myself
that the moon drips magenta honey & it's running down my arms to save me. Everytime I wipe my tears I form into glass.