BY ALEXA THEOFANIDIS
italicized lines are taken from Maggie Nelson’s Bluets
Long before either wave or particle;
before light perched in the flesh
of our scorched skirts; when his eyes
tugged at the craters of my land, hills
straining to undulate over each other;
when I slipped into the sheath
of the night and still pricked
the stars’ fingers; when I knocked
my fists against verdant spines
and refused to take root.
But I took these hands
looted with rocks; I took these
to be the words of a wise man.
Alexa Theofanidis attends St. John’s School in Houston, Texas, where she is the co-editor-in-chief of the literary arts journal Imagination. Her works appears in The Rising Phoenix Review, The Loud Journal, and elsewhere. She has been recognized by the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards and is a member of the Summer Poetry Studio’s 2020 cohort, run by Peter LaBerge.