Spring
I learn to grow
the flowers I keep.
I flower the grief
that splits me
like birds
practicing vaulted
V’s in the air.
Go into the water
& fill your lungs –
the flood of
girlhood says,
a river
where memory has
unraveled me. Song
after liquid song –
I should be the
first to wild my
ocean mane,
growing me in
a world that won’t
last forever.
I am addicted
to the smells of lilac
that nibble me into
the ground,
making me born
over & over again.
Field
Congruent shape –
hold me as I am.
Under the tulle
pinched meadow,
a village
sits. Inside is
every woman
I am to be.
Girlhood, arrive.
Hold this,
Hold this
all of me.
Nicole Kimball (she/her) is a Jewish artist and poet from SLC,UT. A four time Best of the Net nominee, her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Radar Poetry, Atlanta Review, Lit 202,as well as others. You can find her critically acclaimed artwork on display in the Urban Arts Gallery, located in downtown Salt Lake City.
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