by Ashley Martucci
the ocean, congested with humans remains a herbivore doesn’t she feel the weight of overpopulation crevassing into her chest stuffed entirely full, another spoonful of fish in your mouth remarkably grotesque. Build me a fire, Mite of the coals! I want to know how to start one without using my hands blue virgin sky in all your cloudless shine Could you take me up, far away across the land pass the fluffy-haired heads of all the Pines dismember the arms of the Grandfather clock stand by the edge, and jump off the dock
About the Contributor & Piece
Ashley Martucci (she/her) is an English and Literary Studies Major at Ramapo College. Ashley is a transfer student, completing her degree to become a Librarian. She is a DJ for WRPR and frequents the Women’s Center. Ashley enjoys writing, playing guitar, and watching movies. Her favorite poem is Stepping Backward by Adrienne Rich.”
“This piece started as a final stanza to another poem I was writing. I don’t often play with rhyme although the plunge roughed me into tune. There is relentless mixed metaphor. I wanted to create a space for myself. I was yearning for strength of the mind and craving extraordinary power. I wanted to stop time. It’s about disorientation, displacement, and dejection.” – Ashley Martucci