Emily Siegenthaler


when I tell her how soft
and sharp her logo is
She won’t have my son
She prefers spectator mode
and wants all the games
for herself
When I try to kiss her
she deflects with a secret
A clue about stone fruit
and homemade bombs
Your girlfriend softly
crying about war
She never attends the protests
She knows all the states
of emergency by heart
Cities fall
all over her
But she is away on vacation
Learning to build herself
a ship
She is certain
she has discovered
a new knot
in her back

Emily Siegenthaler lives and writes in Western Massachusetts. You can also find her on tumblr and twitter.