Inspired by Yu Xuanji Behind the silk curtain, love is made. It is steamed in green wine and layers of skin like gauze. Trap love between your fingers, in thin, red sheets. It is weak. It will not fight you.
Promised I could and I should and I would and I will and you must see, you must how nothing is ever greater –– crueler, kinder, ruder –– than the way you shout my name in fear and fun and bliss, the way you turn and wordless answer, There is no end in this.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Lindsay Regan‘s (she/her) poetry has been published in Willawaw Journal, Last Girls Club, and soon in miniskirt magazine. She has been writing since elementary school, and has long believed that words have their own magic. In her daily life, she teaches English Language Arts to ninth and tenth graders in western Washington and spoils her cats.
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