mine: to be a nun walking medievally through strip malls and convenience stores turning
heads with the black cascade drowning my figure as i browse tampons oatmeal poking a
hand out my rosaceous layers blackest endless primordial to grip a bright modern basket to
be for secular eyes a story a crepuscular splash against the sinews of corridored stones
ringing with gossamer breaths sister chants tingling for god brains saturated only with
holy thoughts genitalia lily-empty of flesh-husbands or births to be perfection in all hours
and layers of our spectral flow because i was that fucking afraid of being too ordinary
Emma Moser holds an MFA in Fiction from Southern Connecticut State University. Born and raised in New England, she has become an avid nomad in her adult life, and currently resides in Hawaii as she pursues a career in librarianship. Her multi-genre work has appeared in River River, Prairie Margins, and Thin Air Magazine, among others.