Trista Edwards

Poetry

X

              In botany, X denotes the genus is a hybrid, a node between of two different genera.


 

The stories have crossed.

 

I have collected them like curios

 

in tiny vials called poems.  

 

I have capped off their fragrances

 

with melted wax, rose dust & ink.

 

Here, in this one marked

 

You x everything

 

exists an entire grafted cosmos.

 

In it are diamonds & silken webs

 

& honeysuckle nights.

 

Our biographies imbedded, bred to lose

 

natural defenses. We yielded

 

crossbred varieties of the same scent—

 

when worn we call it an albatross.

 

 

 

Petite Madeleine

 

 

beetroot

 

dank barn dirt

 

rusty tools

 

Dutch tobacco

 

chlorine

 

cherry vodka

 

bee’s wax

 

thorned Ophelia

 

wet fur

 

wort

 

rain worm

 

campfire

 

peaches

 

burning  

 

Beaujolais

 

 

Rosa × damascene

 

 

I’ve traveled far to become,

 

become your salvation.

 

Water strewn across temple floor.

 

The beast of myself is full of defeat

 

& every story hauled across

 

the desert is just the essence

 

of another story. I have failed.

 

I am not a true species. I am

 

just the girl in the moon longing

 

to be a star. To shine & fall.

 

I don’t want to be your divinity—

 

Your nightingale. Your pink goddess.

 

I have bled & thirsted to become

 

a pretty little painting. The cross

 

of every color ever imbibed.

 

Look—these petals, aren’t they

 

as sweet as you once believed?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trista Edwards is an associate editor at Luna Luna Magazine. She is also the curator and editor of the anthology, Till The Tide: An Anthology of Mermaid Poetry (Sundress Publications, 2015). You can read her poems at 32 Poems, Quail Bell Magazine, Moonchild Magazine, The Adroit Journal, The Boiler, Queen Mob's Tea House, Bad Pony, Occulum, and more. She creates magickal candles at her company, Marvel + Moon.

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