P O E T R Y by Emily Jones
UNTITLED I I used to side with the universe I trusted the wind and its wildness I leaned between the trees like a lanky treat Now I stamp out every arrogant thought Every gem I turn into a stew I've learned that my heart is small, my mind is small, and my hands are small, twinkling like toys at the end of my limbs Like the witchy one, I exert my will in the woods of light and shadow I sleep on a heap small enough for a child
II My family possessed the major quality of valor But someone planted the seeds of fear and doubt, we came tumbling down The women of my family were known for their black eyes that flashed My eyes turn to mist and fade at the sight of things I have the qualities of an aging woman The wavering voice, the worried expression, the tell-tale precision and imprecision of my manner It’s enough to make one want to be a man or to go tumbling down in an act of valor Sword flashing in the hand in the field 46