Juliette Jeffers

She/Her PZ '22

Daily Contortions

Lying in bed, flattening myself, violently with clenched teeth,
delicate resistance to the lump in my throat, removed each day
with sheer will, and the reward of butter 
dissolving on my tongue. ​

The Lady of Situations

Self-mythologized in yellow,
she turns her face up 
towards you 
on the escalator. ​

 On Forgiveness and Youth 

Most things of this nature 
resolve in boiling water, 
the wool around your fingers, 
twisting in soap and dirt. ​