Two of Swords
by Alice Godliman | June 6, 2020
Her smile is bookended with daggers
sharp as steel cheekbones
or knitting needles I
what would happen
were I to run at those beaming
points, impale myself on her smile or
click!clack! knit a scarf or blanket so warm.
Is she warm? Like knitting or sunlight
or fire? Or the hot forge that
makes steel just sharp
to run straight
Alice Godliman (she/her) is a queer writer, poet, and performer from England. She has been published on Dear Damsels among others and performed across Manchester and London, as well as the Edinburgh Fringe. She writes about loving women and smashing the patriarchy through the lens of mythology and superstition.