Red Rover

By Daliah Angelique

in 6th grade
i ran into the girl’s fist
Because we were playing red rover
and her laughter came so easy
and i was fawn legged and tongue tied

my mom was always complaining
that i never paid attention
but the problem was i did:
to the outline of training bras beneath t-shirts
and i’s dotted with tiny hearts 
and glossed lips
and the exact moments in Super Smash Bros.
i needed to pause and tilt the camera 
to see up Peach’s dress

in 6th grade
i ran into the girl’s fist
because it was the only way i could
touch her


Daliah Angelique is a lesbian poet chronicling memory, trauma, and queer joy. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Oyster River Pages, Off-Menu Press, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Spilt Milk, Anti-Heroin Chic, and NTCH Mag. She lives with her wife in Maple Valley, Washington. You can find her work on Instagram.

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