A daily reading from One Poem Only—a quiet space for a single poem, read aloud.

Inedible

Sera

I wish I could covermy body in spikes,become unappetizing,indigestible.
I poke holes into my image,pour lighter fluid over it,flicking the flame onand burning awaythe outline you memorized,char the version of meyou still think of.
I wish I could transform,shapeshiftinto something you hate.
I chop my hair inuneven sections,cut lattice into my face,unravel the centre of myself.I bite my fingers raw,throw my body against co...