POETRY by STEPHANIE ATHENA VALENTE
what if we were the saints all along?
what if we were holy and sacred?
TEXTING IN POSITANO
we can take several honeymoons
my best friend is the goddess of water
my dreams did this me:
i woke up thinking i was a she-wolf,
to the enjoyment of an audience
he has his own late, late, late show with oranges
i am the lemon baroness, tart, sour, overripe
i think girls in stockings are involved… add it to the bottom
i don’t see why she wouldn’t keep us onboard,
i am this cathedral
i am saints and mourning
we are lost things,
kiss this stone
ghosts always come home. are you on your way?
use it to pray
to dead saints,
never living ones,
cast a spell
Stephanie Athena Valente lives in Brooklyn, NY. Her published works include Hotel Ghost, waiting for the end of the world, and Little Fang (Bottlecap Press, 2015-2019). She has work included in Witch Craft Magazine, Maudlin House, and Cosmonauts Avenue. She is the associate editor at Yes, Poetry. Sometimes, she feels human. stephanievalente.com