Sonnet 15 – Nicole Wallschlaeger
Writing under the constraints of your oppressors, whoever they are.
You start to articulate through the gold hippo lick of their loving war.
People are enjoying graduation ceremonies, dinner parties of roasting boar,
Jewels that off-match the game face playing field of your magenta mules.
I come bearing proper gifts: a canvas of a vintage warship I found on etsy
So one day you may dream of being the next king or queen for the throne
Of bottlecaps, all cadences of anonymity smashed on the tinsel frock highway.
I spy a tiny sail that escaped, flattened underneath a fashionable lawnchair,
Wondering if anyone will think I am part of the help, picking up pieces of trash.
From out of that longneck bottle the sail was obviously tough, she had fought
Her scars from fiddlesticking & a partial removal of the brand from a letterman
There are also detailed instructions on how to sail the warship you regifted me
It is a recipe for two
On how to fix tongue on a budget.
Nikki Wallschlaeger’s work has been featured in Spork, Horse Less Review, Storyscape Journal, Coconut Magazine, The Account, Fanzine, Elective Affinities, Dusie, & others. She is the author of the chapbook I Would Be the Happiest Bird (Horseless Press). Her first full- length book of poems, HOUSES, is forthcoming from Horse Less Press in 2015. She is also an Associate Poetry Editor for Coconut Magazine.
You can reach her at http://nikkiwallschlaeger.com/