Stella Gleitsman

Can’t

Can’t be me

Ok I’ll be tree

Can’t be real girl

Or real boy

But can be free

Can’t be young

Can be stiff

Can be a little

Razor bitch

I’m beauty

Graceful child

Am moody

Rocking wild

Don’t wanna be numb

Wanna be seen

Wanna be a

Withered

Green machine

One day everything

Will

Be

All good

And I’ll be clean

After I ate you

I thought about how some

Birds run through the

Scary scarring air

And whistle at

The rain

Wood runscicle

Wanting rainstorm

It isn’t so much

That I’m scarred

It’s that I’m a wand

A wizard wand.

Make me roll over

Cause I’m a wand

Like a wizard wand

After I ate you

I remembered life in its

Rant runt run

Runtitude

Molular ice ark

My friends

Love eating

Their friends

Stella Gleitsman is a poet and writer from New York City. They recently graduated from Pratt’s BFA Writing program, and are soon to have a poem published in Issue 2 of Cheeks Magazine. They’re taking a summer long break from writing.