KAILEY TEDESCO / LEVITATE
My teeth lift first, crack
with lipstick, my soul slides from my body,
a matchbox – I stand
dressed in bell sleeves on my childhood porch.
My mother calls to me & a cone
of ocean siphons me upwards, voice first.
I am a bar of soap this instant,
shell-shaped, so prone to foaming
over. My blood-glimmer spills
equations on my arm:
physical mediums are real & my wide
open mouth chokes on
imaginary numbers. My mother
is back –
she says I’ve forgotten my ring
on the kitchen sink.
She says to remember
Elsie who took the stairs
after her cremation, soiled her
childhood bed. It is here I understand
the finality of leaving.
Kailey Tedesco is the author of These Ghosts of Mine, Siamese (Dancing Girl Press) and the forthcoming collection, She Used to be on a Milk Carton (April Gloaming Publishing). She is the editor-in-chief of Rag Queen Periodical and a staff writer for Luna Luna Magazine. She also performs with the Poetry Brothel. Her work is featured or forthcoming in Prelude, Prick of the Spindle, OCCULUM, Flapperhouse, and more. For other information, please visit kaileytedesco.com.