TARNISHED

I feel split,

dummy cracked open,

egg with runny yolk,

blotted hurriedly with

napkins, staining everything in

dandelion hues

before Church, of all things,

taking communion all-yellowed,

giving tithe all-yellowed

almost gold but never quite,

tarnishing the state of my affairs,

giving into a silver savior,

basking in my whereabouts,

falling from heaven or roof

into a pile of daffodils

just as yellow as me.

Angel Rosen (she/her) is a lesbian, poet, grief expert, a chronically online millennial and neurodivergent human being. She loves lemonade, The Dresden Dolls and sharing anecdotes. Her work can be found at angelrosen.com. You can find her on social media at @Axiopoeticus.