Poet Dana DeFranco reads her poem "Suffice."
Suffice
(The Bedroom: thread count)
the unfolding
stumbles
legs shuffle,
tightness / tucked /
tightly sucked
/in/so/that/ toes
woe &
all she can think of
is the door
wings x’s four
I have
a dragonfly
inside my heart,
multiplied in kisses
gilded to
collisions
stacked in brittle
mouths and girdles -
a gait that lingers
on the inside of my teeth