Pandora, by Kali Norris

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 JMWWQ/A, and Thimble, and her poem Soliloquy from the Pyre was nominated for a Best of the Net award.