am i
i found myself
praying
for the first time in three seasons
that a bee
would Berate
my brain.
drunk on bruised plums –
achy vessels
buzz,
buzz,
Break.
please tap my finest vein.
dirt caked knees
Crack beneath Her coercion –
quick to station a seed
lord why must you refuse
to take ever-so
pining me.
grasp far too ample,
disposition choked arid
dethroning Her heir
:am i:
remaining remnant –
yellowed, blackened Debris
ABOUT HANNAH GAFF
Gaff has attended St. Olaf College in Northfield, MN for just under three years with majors in English and Political Science. They have had their poetry published in The Quarry: Literary and Fine Arts Magazine twice during their time at St. Olaf. Hannah plays the cello and sings in college ensembles on top of their studies. They grew up engulfed in music, theology, and nature — all of which would become important touchstones for creative outlet later in life.
Instagram: @hannahgaff