After the Howl

 

Poetry by Victoria Mendoza

 
 

After the Howl

You watch, jaw slack,
as I birth old rage &

make it new. When I
have spilled forth all

that I can, spit flecked
lips loosening, you

remind me that you love
me. Present it like a

downy rich pillow, a lamb,
a cloud of lightly sweetened

cream. You call me back
to myself & it feels like

absolution. I step back
into my body & I now

know why revolutions are
created. The heat from your

palm lingers like bravery.

 

Victoria Mendoza graduated with a Bachelor's in English from George Mason University, where she will be pursuing an MFA in Poetry come Fall 2020. She writes for The Forge, George Mason’s only Speculative Fiction journal, and works with Stillhouse Press, George Mason’s teaching press. She has previously received a Mary Roberts Rinehart Poetry Award for one of her pieces.

SubmissionComment