Dorsey Craft         Jacksonville        (Jessica Q Stark)
Rejected Persona: Influencer

Bury me in pearly packaging—glass 
bottles, sage green, buff peach. This is 
the Dior in shade MG4. This is the Glam 
Shine Glow Glitz Fairy Cootchie in shade NC7. 


Where to go from here? Maybe pivot 
to mommy content—Do Moses baskets 
come with warnings? NOT a flotation device. 
NOT an allusion, metaphor, or simile. 


There is only so much space in the cloud 
for my ass in mom jeans, tilt hips, pop knee, 
skinny arm, lose the possessive “my,” lose 
the feminine “her”. I told my mom 


I’m playing with my gender and she goes 
“I guess I have aways played  with mine” 
and I was like Yes, bitch, exactly. Get ready with me. 
I want to do one side of my face in hibiscus, 


the other deer blood. Body fluids are the brand. 
So is violence, like do not call me, I am busy 
layering serums, snatching my contour,
suggested reel /suggested real. It’s clean


because we say it’s clean. I litter used language: 
daisy-fresh, feather-light, butter-smooth. 
I am the active ingredient. I want to live surprise-free, 
scroll-dazed, soul washed pink as a millennium. ​