X. The Wheel of Fortune
by Wanda Deglane | November 21, 2020
I fucked my boyfriend and I didn’t even cry afterward.
I didn’t even shake while I went to go pee,
didn’t clench my knees in my hands or
take five deep, heaving breaths to slow
my heart rate. I fell asleep next to him and
nothing hurt, dreamt of pumpkin pies splattered
on the floor, of a three-eyed doe gazing at me
from the other side of the highway. calm.
Wanda Deglane (she/her) is a night-blooming desert flower from Arizona. She is the daughter of Peruvian immigrants and attends Arizona State University. Her poetry has been published or forthcoming from Rust + Moth, Glass Poetry, Drunk Monkeys, Yes Poetry, and elsewhere. Wanda is the author of Rainlily (2018), Lady Saturn (Rhythm & Bones, 2019), Honey-Laced Garbage Dreams (Ghost City Press, 2019), Venus in Bloom (Porkbelly Press, 2019), and Bittersweet (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press, 2019).