Kill the Hymen Save Yourself

Dylan Krieger

aside from the wildfires
what’s so new about a world ordered
by random pinpricks of damage

i laugh in barbie’s face when it breaks
and ask my mother to explain
in terms of diagrammed britannica

something tangible to wipe the glisten
of my own rain off my face as i tower high above the fear of change

because it’s already happened
because i am open now for the bats
to fly into, to make their roost, to stay