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.