Possession // Bustier
August 15th, 2022
Poems by Aimee Nicole
Photograph by Maddy Meredith
Possession
I want to be possessed.
A family heirloom passed
down through generations.
A ghoul trapped in the attic,
watching the world wisp by.
Silver that never tarnishes—
it’s so well kept.
Bustier
I’m a public menace
walking the aisles.
Both breasts exposed,
one hickey bookmarking
the page we ripped from
the spine last night.
Men saunter over
to shoot their shot,
ask me for drinks
because they’ll have me
know they are in town
just for the night.
I’m a green tea one sugar
soy milk type of girl, baby.
Blankets pulled to the chin by seven,
eyelids kissing by eight.
I’m a daylight queen,
a plant who bends toward sunlight,
all those crescent moon hours
spent dreaming of warmth
french kissing my bare skin once again.