Jennifer Mirarcki

Deceivingly Beautiful Trails

the winding wind twirls through my hair

can my speed eliminate the hate?

or erase the truth?

dissipating through the soil

the genocide turmoil.

kill the savage

feed its baby to the wolves

eat its empty soul,

howl at the new land

scorch its traditions

skin it alive

rape the pride

heed the screams

kill them all.

dig up their bones

hang them on a wall

call it mythical




Fuck you too.

Jennifer—or Jen—Mirarcki was born with no plan at the very end of some long September day. Taught in the streets north of Syracuse, she now resides somewhere without real rules or barriers and attends SUNY Oswego.