by Yoda Olinyk

Mend
I am fifteen. I am not stumbling
through a cornfield alone
at six a.m. I am not plastered
with vomit. My lips
are not a swollen
gate. My underwear
is whole––not maimed
in my pocket. When a truck pulls over,
it is not a sinister boy
who I can’t place and don’t trust
urging me into his pickup.
A savoir
song buzzes from the window
of my father’s beat up hatchback.
He invites me to share
the front seat. Reaches over to
secure my seatbelt as Leonard coos
Hallelujah. Hallelujah.
Poet Yoda Olinyk (she/her) is a writer, editor, and workshop guide from Canada. Her work has appeared in many beloved journals and she has two books out. You can find her at www.doulaofwords.com and on Instagram @doulaofwords.
Artist Stephen Hawks, a ceramic and 2D artist, poet, and educator, was Resident Potter at Westville for 19 years. He earned an MFA in Ceramics and Intermedia at FSU and has taught college art since 2010. Formerly at UTRGV, he is returning to Georgia to focus on his independent studio practice.
