Two poems by Adriana Ciontea

Illustration by Elle Romaine, an MA Illustration graduate.

Illustration by Elle Romaine, an MA Illustration graduate.

Peony

 

My dress, made of peony

covers me up dearly.

Spun in itchy wool from a sleazy sheep,

bought and gifted cheap,

one of a kind,

it ought to suit me fine.

 

Who gave me this dress

that clings to my thighs, my breasts,

wraps around my wrists, my neck

tight 'round the back,

dipping

sinking

into every crevice of my chest?

 

I'll wear it still

after I am stripped down.

I'll wear it to my grave

and under my wedding gown.

 

Teeth

 

My teeth are the resting place of a hodgepodged smile.

I press my fingertips into my mouth, to feel them.

My fingernails are searching for a shred of my voice

that might be stuck between my teeth.

Instead, I find seeds of doubt sticking to my molars,

and this poem hiding under my tongue.

by Adriana Ciontea

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