while you were in miami

it appears on the
screen like
a nested egg, hot

white seed
buried right
along the rind

are you ready &
ice water window
slams freight train

needle through
this tender anemone
out of water

too young for
                         oceansex
                         ploringt
                         allgrass
                         esmilkcr
                         ateconve
                         rsations
                         howmeyou
                         rhandsbl
                         ackfeath
                         ersstraw
                         berrycur
                         lshappil
                         yeveraft
mammograms

like roots that buckle up under sidewalks

i am convinced

something changed
just then, stretched

organs toward bone
a swelling at mile zero;

hearts strung, taut
in ways that crave unlearning

sing me something beautiful
& lower the lights:

i am not colored to forget
but simply not to know.

i am all of these & each of these is the same

Meg Day is a poet, spoken word artist & arts educator who hails from San Diego but is currently earning her MFA at Mills College in Oakland & teaching young poets to hold their own at the mic with Youth Speaks in San Francisco. Her poems have appeared in PULP, Outspoken: An Anthology, Temper Magazine, Bellissima, and Flaneur Foundry.  She lives & writes in Alameda with her sweet, dumb dalmatian.