Pomegranate seeds fermenting sweetness into poison
that boredom turns into a salve for being stationary.
Statuesque in yesterday’s dirty laundry wasting
daylight trying to mimic birdsong hymns.
there is a world outside my phone
if I could only make myself believe in it—
Fawn-limbed stumble into the healing light,
divine feminine content farming for the algorithm.
Tell me: does the kingdom of god still believe in low creatures such as us?
Kimberly Wolf is a poet living in Texas. Her poems have been published in HAD, LEON Literary Review, Vast Chasm, and more. She is the author of the chapbook, How the Frogs Get Married (Bullshit Lit, 2023). You can read more of her work at http://www.kimberlywolfpoet.com.