I Plant No Flags
When I see you there,
I seem to forget
that the world is ugly,
and so am I
I tell you:
I plant no flags in living flesh.
I plant no hands in your hair.
You tell me:
Not everything is a
rebellion. But the way you
kiss me, it is laced with forgiveness
I tell you:
You are not required
to love me. Even when you insist
on being every woman I have ever wanted
I plant no flags in living flesh.
I travel roads. This is the place
in the world where you are
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
Brayden Norris (he/him) is a 27 year old poet from New Zealand, living in the UK. He has studied Philosophy, History and Creative Writing, and was previously published in the first issue of Recesses ‘Zine, with other publications upcoming.
Want more Brayden? See his other poem in this issue: Getting Over You
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