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Things that pop in my mind at (insert time); Dino

By: Aliyah Curry


Things that pop in my mind at (insert time)

Before the sexual assault,

we went to a reptile convention,

pricing bearded dragons

to complement the yellow-green lady

in the cage in his bedroom.

(On my occasional visits,

before an invariable argument,

I would sprinkle her worms

or whatever it is bearded dragons eat

into her cage,

then let her turn my body into her couch,

falling in love with her texture

and vowing that instead of a pearlesque snake,

I now wanted a sunburst baby.)

After the day

(it feels like a full day, but didn’t take

more than an hour to happen)

in the den,

the bearded dragon died.







Dino


My two-inch green dinosaur guards the crystals

on the higher plane of my bathroom counter-

green, marbly amazonite and a satin spar

the dino and I meditate on,

our short arms stretched out.

Plastic, stone, and flesh, all textured in scratches

and goosebumps.

This T-rex or what-have-you has a brother,

somewhere in the car of an ex-lover,

if it has not been lost by that ex-lover,

in his car full of hoodies and water bottles

and headphones he can’t find.

I tell him about the moon one night at the park

after sucking his dick,

how you tell beginner about the moon-

pretty, nice things, but also about its strength.

He strokes my thigh as I’m telling him

the full moon is coming,

trying to give him the crystal in my pocket

but his hand holds my breast.

His dino was nestled in the cup holder

when got to the park; now,

I imagine it has been taken hostage

by a barrage of discarded items

from a spilled backpack.

Though he is speeding carelessly, I let him hold my hand,

his fingers course as the selenite my dinosaur guards.




Aliyah Curry is a Southern bred writer, focusing on Black female sexuality and mental health. When she is not writing poetry and short stories, she makes film, theater, and photographs, travels, and has dance parties with her niece. Her words can be found in Port City Review and Permission to Write.

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