Gingerbread House Lit Mag

Don’t Ask Me Why I’m Single

It’s like I kissed a whole pond full of frogs and they’re all
still frogs and my mouth is dirty, my hands grown slick
with disappointment. It’s like every day
is like that. Like all my smiles are mossy fountains
that men only visit to throw pennies in. Like
my belly’s full of metal
and the broken symphony of my step
makes children cry. So I keep smiling.
Like every excuse isn’t a splinter shoved deep
in my fingers, like weaving isn’t
a pointless chore. Like a man
didn’t reach for my cheek once
and watch his hand turn to smoke
and now I’m the reason one-armed men
hate women. I cross bridges at night
and camp in the woods like I’m not
searching for monsters, for anyone
who will look me in the face
and not ask me stupid questions.

Kristina McDonald 


Kristina McDonald received her MFA from Eastern Washington University. Her chapbook Stories I Tell My Godmother was published by Dancing Girl Press in 2015. Her poems have appeared in numerous journals, including The American Journal of PoetryNarrativeNew Guard ReviewSugar House Review, and Yemassee. 

Artwork: Sarah Ann Loreth
Websitehttps://www.sarahannlorethphotography.com/

This entry was published on September 30, 2018 at 12:08 am and is filed under Archive, GH.32 (September 2018), Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.
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