inter-sex by Lorelei Bacht

every morning, it sings –

but it is not pretty: bird’s nest
instead of hair, purple

accordions lacerating the thighs. if i
could make a wish: winged, angelic,

anything but the meat.

one slight adrenal mis-calculation leading
to rogue, to roam, to in-visibly dis-abled:

if my mother had known. had slept on it.

but imperfectly to perceive, to in-
and ex-hale buttercups. if i could make

a wish: to treasure, to relish,
to finger in-betweens. why not

prisms? chimeral on the map? nightjar,
frogmouth, xx, xy, however the wind


Lorelei Bacht is a person and poet. Their recent work has appeared and/or are forthcoming in Anti-Heroin Chic, SWWIM, Sinking CityBarrelhouse, The Inflectionist Review, Menacing Hedge, Corporeal, and elsewhere. They are also on Instagram: @lorelei.bacht.writer and on Twitter @bachtlorelei