[Realpoetik] ERIKA MOYA

[RealPoetik Magazine]

IMPOSTER





there was a death

there *always* is

& a boy with nothing in his pockets

like he needed her

*soft skin of grapefruit*

a minute & it's just your face

& she can't remember the words

wave a hand

and she moves closer

move it twice

and one is tied down to a cell

imagine pieces

still inside you

homing pigeons     half-consumed things

the sweet smell of garbage

women dressed like beach-side catalogues

*aqua     coral     tamarind  *

you can never forget this

blue and un-fuckable moment

the real of the yellow

with its hooks all in



*Erika Moya*'s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in *forklift,
Ohio*, *Spork
Press*, & *elimae *among other places. She co-curates the Stain of Poetry
reading series in the Bushwick neighborhood of Brooklyn where she resides.

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