wildscape. literary journal

issue 6

// poetry

after a cord-cutting ritual during a NYC drought
by c. rivera

therapist says,
		           what’s his face? 
he’s no longer—

but wouldn’t you know it—

I can smell the rain’s want

how it begs for east coast skies 
to be yearned           
                           wide open

& my tongue, as always, is out
& I am giving the world above 
the most believable 
                          doe eyes, I am 

giving the world these two
arthritic fists.

about the author // c. rivera

c. rivera (they/she) is a queer disabled poet from NYC. They were
named a Brooklyn Poets Fellow, a prize winner for Eavesdrop Magazine’s
Queer Joy issue, & a contributor in Querencia Press’s We Were Seeds
anthology benefitting Palestine. Their work has appeared in
Fruitslice, The Plentitudes, & elsewhere, with forthcoming appearances
in Oroboro & M E N A C E.

Instagram: @crystal_e_rivera