if you let me hold your heart i’ll be soft. i’ll treat it as slippery and stubborn as an oyster still zippered to its shell; sensitive to the slurp, scared without the sea, robust & briny.
i’ll avoid squeezing lemon. i’ll demand myself patience before adding accouterments until you’re ready to be eaten by the eyes of my hands hungry for all of you; more than your protein, your pearl, even your salty aphrodisia.
Siobhan Bledsoe is a MFA candidate at the New School in Poetry. Her recent publications include The Quietus, Human Parts (Medium), and other lovely Internet homes for experimental poetry. Including The Inquisitive Eater! When she’s not writing, she’s cooking, taking long walks (or riding the ferry), playing music (poorly), drawing, contemplating finally betting a dog, dancing, and consuming way too much television (it’s the golden age, after all.) Someday she hopes to be brave enough to do stand up. A dog lover, a sister, and a long time NYC resident, she’s read all over the city and is a part of They Said, a poetry collective. A resident at Vermont Studio Center and The Burren College of Art in Ireland, she’s looking forward to Paris this summer where a new writing adventure awaits.
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