The tea warms me inside.
I can see the light through my skin,
like fireflies in a jar.
I know everything is in the stranger who sits alone in the park picking grass. Right behind the bridge of her nose, a gravitational field so deep not even light can escape.
Steffi Shook is a PhD student studying media and focusing on video games, gender and sexuality, and marginalized media production. Poetry has been an important outlet for her since an early age, and she has previously been published in Poetry Quarterly and The Flagler Review. She resides in The Buckeye State.
You can see more of her work in 50/50 here and here