New World
to exorcise
the white-hot
of “mercy” pleas caught in my throat
to cure the illness of you
in my stomach
behind my eyes
to bask
in warm patterns of sun
on new baby skin, soft, safe and neglected
to be baptized clean
by forgetting the serration
of you,
you, you,
you, (always, only you)…
while the past nineteen years surrender
down my legs with sage scented soap
my dad is dead now
and everything is the same
(but simpler.)
Mira Jaeger is a freshman at Fashion Institute of Technology majoring in illustration. They enjoy literature, poetry, and screenwriting. Their poetry and visual art has been featured in Gandy Dancer and in Geneseo’s MiNT Magazine.