Two Poems by Anastasia Jill


He is grounded in plywood,
a man of words cold as water.

He doesn’t like it
when someone rocks the boat.

Imagine if he met me,
born with the ocean in hand:

I’d reach in his pocket, find the fetish
for tsunami backed women
with strong heads.



Roaring Stream

A mountain of pelvis
is covered with skin
That fills a milky stream —

I love that stream.
I love this man
like tectonic plates
love to roar.

His chest is soft,
malleable dirt
in my totalitarian

I claim this land.
I claim this man
like natural disaster
claims tributary

About Anastasia Jill

Anastasia Jill is a queer writer living in the South. Her work has been nominated for Best of the Net and Best Small Fiction Anthology and has been featured with, Lunch Ticket, FIVE:2:ONE, apt, Anomaly Literary Journal, 2River, Gertrude Press, Minola Review, and more.

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