Full Moon
after Lana Del Rey
tell me, honey, do you miss your american girl?
i dream in the blue dark under sullen stars; i conjure
the thunder over the sea. mister, do you recognize me
now? i carry my sadness & my distance, my worn summer
dresses & my burning heart. (by the way, i buried
the stuff you left: your bad poetry & worse moods, your
expensive sweaters & little gods.) of course there are places
where the moon still shines but i’m not so forgiving
anymore. you should know: some sins never
wash away, no matter how many times you drown.
after Lana Del Rey
tell me, honey, do you miss your american girl?
i dream in the blue dark under sullen stars; i conjure
the thunder over the sea. mister, do you recognize me
now? i carry my sadness & my distance, my worn summer
dresses & my burning heart. (by the way, i buried
the stuff you left: your bad poetry & worse moods, your
expensive sweaters & little gods.) of course there are places
where the moon still shines but i’m not so forgiving
anymore. you should know: some sins never
wash away, no matter how many times you drown.
Kay Allen’s work revolves around fairy tales, magic, Shakespeare, and the Jersey shore. She is the founder and editor of Sword & Kettle Press, and runs the online journal Corvid Queen. She holds a Master of Arts in English from Northeastern University, and lives in Somerville, Massachusetts. Follow her on Twitter @koala_allen.