Ode to My Arms
Round limbs aloft
nestle creatures big
and small to my chest
Hands at each end
sweep my hair up
brush out knotted locks
For so long I hated
how they looked
naked and fleshy
Thank you for dragging
groceries home from the store
while legs drag
Once, I carried my
betta fish down the road,
tank water sloshing
Place palms on gifts
from friends
hard cider honey jar
Feel the air, shuffle
cards, crack knuckles,
caress.
Evening Walk in Newport, Rhode Island
Across the street a group of friends gathers
behind an old fence. Is it lonelier to
be somewhere new by yourself instead of
yesterday’s familiar town? Cracked open
window and wooden front porch of it all.
On days like these, I return to the summer
I worked at the opera house.
Here I go again, carried back in the
mansions of Newport–same gold enamel
in the entryway, lush wooden staircase.
Me, unnatural in the middle,
walking to the big lonely parking lot.
Me, a crooked picnic table clinging
to the side of an audacious hill.
I Seem to Have Lost It
won’t light my candles hide the red one
on the floor behind my altar
cards remain unshuffled
under my bedside table
internet psychic’s words
fall short
I’m back in the malaise–
unthrilling bus ride past
row of auto repair shops
left my gold bracelet at home
Yesterday a mantra slipped by me
I was too tired to catch
can the body be less fulfilled than at the gym
arms rotate over the elliptical to propel movement
Outside
sopping wet lambs ear in the park
next to four lanes of traffic
girl hunching on the bench
wears the Lord’s holiest outfit:
neon sneakers, shiny pants, fake fur coat, vape pen
Laura Salvatore is a poet living in Queens, New York. She received her MFA at The City College of New York. In 2022, Laura was a fellow for the Zip Code Memory Project, which sought to find community-based ways to memorialize the devastating losses resulting from the Coronavirus. She participated in the micro-residency Poets Afloat in April 2022 and was a work study scholar for the Poetry By the Sea conference in May 2023. Her poetry can be found in Movable Type, Pith Journal, Angel City Review, and Apricity Magazine, amongst others.