IV. by Bekah Steimel

I am always smoldering
like a stubborn campfire
or a pair of new lovers
two months into their affair
I am not a flickering candle
fearful of the wind
or even a strong set of lungs
I cannot be snuffed out
blown out
You could rid the planet
of umbrellas
gather every drop of water
in this world
and the next
collect even the morning dew
and my embers would still burn
and glow
stoke me and roll the dice


Bekah Steimel (www.bekahsteimel.com) is an internationally published poet
living in St. Louis and working on a first collection, chronicling one lesbian’s
struggles with addiction, fidelity, mental illness, and mortality. You can find
her work in publications such as Gutter Eloquence, Sinister Wisdom, TRIVIA:
Voices of Feminism, Vayavya and Verity La.

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