Poems from eserzsi3

being the only cis-female   in an STEM engineering class of cis-males was new (especially in a high school school where more “girls”...
popping daisies the buttered sunshine is scented with mud   hands numb my feet clothed running sweaterless in pollen   and clouds pregnant...
nose burning lungs gasping fire licking, popping, crackling inflamed heat blistering skin collapsing timbers burning woods thin
  leaning back on the branch her spine is arched with wool itching her arms   it’s damp and the leaves offer soggy comfort as they stick...
it spreads cold fingers down her legs raises bumps along her skin that you said was milky smooth almost too much to touch but did so...