Like a Broken Cartoon

by Jessica Pollard


Like a broken cartoon,

luscious bones the muscle queen
and the factory of my eyes
makes a gladness.

for the starched sky,

for some automotive whoa,

and by garden light
a grooving moon-cream
love croons out:

there is a plethora of angels within me,
my blood is only silk scarves and honey.



Jessica is a poet and journalist from Portland, Oregon. She is pursuing a degree in Geography from Portland State University’s Urban Honors College and aspires to work in environmental reporting. Her writing has appeared in the Willamette Week, The Immigrant Story, Submission Reading Series, and more.

Read more from Jessica at The Selkie:
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