I meet my patron
goddess at the cross
roads but don’t know her.
Re-christen myself in
languid air, love iris
es the color of way
side violets, and every
thing brighter when it’s raining,
still like a doe in lamplight.
I scry in hives and holly boughs,
the present an albatross in
the cradle of my throat.
—Published 1st of November 2022
About Kali Norris
Kali is a writer and poet from New York City. Previous credits include JMWW, Q/A, and Thimble, and her poem Soliloquy from the Pyre was nominated for a Best of the Net award.