Laura Fuentes
Year: Junior
Major: Film, TV, Digital Media
Hometown: Fort Worth, TX
dress swaying in the garden
counting monsters you take
an open palm of soft
familiar scales with untrimmed fingernails
scratching your back like the chalk on the sidewalk
you know better than to cry but still you do
and your milk teeth decay and your tongue
burns while spending summer
on the porch smearing plums
on your eyelids and hearing the cicadas
howling
louder than your insides
your heart is a hundred homes
like a lighthouse you must stand alone
you guide yourself to bed
and remember
all this badness there inside you