Harlot<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Wisteria contain yourself, your legs are far
\ntoo feral\u2014spawning by day, rising to twelve
\nnew shoots by morning.<\/p>\n
The apple tree spied you
\nmaking a pass at the pear
\nwho has done nothing
\nbut boast about her figure.<\/p>\n
Oh, my Remember your thirst, Wisteria, what first But your tongues are always whose iris is her fall With your many eyes, Wisteria, swallow <\/p>\n First published in Pebble Lake Review.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Natasha Kochicheril Moni<\/a> is a naturopathic medical student and a writer. Her poetry, fiction, essays, and book reviews regularly appear in journals including: Defenestration Magazine, Rattle, Indiana Review, The Pedestal Magazine<\/em>, and Fourteen Hills<\/em>. Natasha’s poems have been nominated for Best of the Web and Best of the Net.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Harlot Wisteria contain yourself, your legs are far too feral\u2014spawning by day, rising to twelve new shoots by morning. The apple tree spied you making a pass at the pear who has done nothing but boast about her figure. … Continue reading
\ngreen, my curves. <\/em><\/p>\n
\nsent you scaling\u2014how you bet the English
\nIvy you\u2019d fetch the sun, a wheel of light to throw.<\/p>\n
\nin the way, dripping
\nand who will trust a tongue
\nwhose purple is her iris<\/p>\n
\nwhose kiss could paint
\nportraits in the dark.<\/p>\n
\nwhat bears. Your trellis fills.
\nYour garden betrays you as you betray.
\nFeast, Wisteria, on the light you\u2019ve stolen.<\/p>\n