Persephone Thinks of Athena


Photo by soaad aboudi on Unsplash

I stand in the kitchen

eating cold pomegranate seeds

that burst violent

and red

on my tongue

nerve chill

teeth ache

tongue manipulates

arils from rind

six hundred and


ways to make love

to you

but it’s winter solstice

and we

aren’t speaking

hands painted

with juice

lips warm

as I lick them

I sit back

down at the desk




Kelly M. Marshall

Freelance writer + author. Yogi. Trans and nonbinary. They/Them.