by Alex Stevens
Self-Resurrection
Of course
I sing.
In the frigid death
of the setting sun &
when there is nothing
left to do & when I
have nothing left
of me besides this
spider-silk memory
I wail myself flesh & lust
for the grinding molars &
sun-beaten brows I had loved
so dearly. I croon myself back
to life. Of course I do.
Victoria Mendoza (she/her) is a poet currently in the NOVA area pursuing her MFA in Poetry at George Mason University. She was a finalist for the 2020 Joseph A. Lohman III poetry prize and a recipient for the 2019 Mary Roberts Rinehart award. Her work has been published in Pussy Magic magazine and The Forge. When she isn’t writing about folklore, the body, and forests, she can be found tweeting into the void @magpiegeneral.
Alex Stevens is an artist living in Cardiff. His work lurks at the crossroads of science and magic; as an act of re-enchantment he wants to reveal demons in the blood, and eyes in the shadows. He can be found on Twitter @AbjectObjects