A poem by Kathryn Anna Marshall
Victoria’s Secret is that while you were doing that Adria was jumping rope for three hours
The first stage
of identinial
is eschewing each remouthful,
despise them;
yourself
for ever having eaten.
Warnish
I will wrap you,
boymorph your stomachtite
weaponise your body,
into my modeVictoric.
You’ll have no clue –
until the interpitting
completes our psymorphia
this mentrictive understanding
of how we have to be.
Kathryn Anna Marshall (she/her) is a writer based in Shropshire. She has work published or forthcoming in Mslexia, Popshot Quarterly and Dawntreader, as well as online at places like Words for the Wild and Nine Muses Poetry. She was longlisted for the 2020 Paper Swans Press single poem competition and recently published Yes to Tigers, an illustrated poetry zine inspired by her time as poet in residence for Secret Severn Art Trail. Twitter: @KathrynAnna_x