THREE POEMS by STREGA CLARE MANNING

head side penny

emerging out from underneath

your comforter fortress.

cleaning your face with vanicream.

getting to work 15 minutes late

taffy tasting iced coffee

leaking in the car seat.

dunkin’ did you dirty today.

the only thing to celebrate

will be the sloth welly bandage

protecting a cuticle cut smile

on your pinky. the dull knife

out dances you

with an old lime wedge.

your armpits itch

from chafe, but you lift

chipped metal weights

into a press.

if this is all the universe

will hand over, you take it,

head-side penny in your pocket

for safekeeping.


the paternal cipher

i am thirty four

nancy drew games old

but the red headed sleuth

won’t age past eighteen.

forever bright from river heights.

somehow i’m

still a wet haired

pimply pink

post shower

middle schooler

swiveling in the stale office chair.

this outpost, the computer room,

in front of a PC used for taxes.

dad and i dive into dated graphics

as we put our heads together,

scrawling out cheat codes.

we clamor through

archaic puzzles, high fiving

until the game is won.

our love once translated

through trips to best buy,

but these days we no

longer share a language.

the last clue would be

our final conversation, my

hair half-crimson

ignoring the mystery

of unanswered text messages.


mt. ridge road

He-

He-

He-

white sedan snaking around the bend

Hisses.

melted man face follows, says he Likes me

nearby an elderly woman tilts forward into her trash can

Escaping.

warp speed, standing on someone else’s porch

even the sun is no longer warm

Stinging.

fresh tears drown the sound of screeching tires

moving away

a few minutes

a few steps from home

is it Safe now

is it Safe

am I ever-

a black sports bra deflates in the trash bin.


strega clare manning (she/her) is a queer baltimore based poet who loves her cats. she often writes about living with mental illness, experiences that piss her off, and her identity. her work appears in fifth wheel press, bi+ quarterly, voicemail poems, and others. when she's not writing, she pc games, lifts heavy things, and obsesses over her nephew. you can find her @stregaclare on instagram, and stingingsentences.substack.com.

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