Britny Cordera

Kore is me in the eyes of my dream.
Rivers are my first mirrors
a game of pass-the-rumors to leaves
in the wind, my first telephone––

 in this dream, caked in the back

of the skull, speckled cobwebs
are the night sky I watch
my airplanes dance ’round Venus
like a ceremonial feather spinning
circles to a mourning mother’s expectations––

I hear orchids growing from my nails
and rejoice the day the dark man stole me.

Britny Cordera is the author of the collection Wingmakers (Pinyon Publishing, 2015). In 2016, her work was nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and her poetry can be found or is forthcoming in Pantheon Magazine, Pinyon Review, Canopic Jar Suites and Light: a Journal of Poetry and Photography.

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