Mira Jaeger

New World

to exorcise

the white-hot

of “mercy” pleas caught in my throat

to cure the illness of you

in my stomach

behind my eyes

to bask

in warm patterns of sun

on new baby skin, soft, safe and neglected

to be baptized clean

by forgetting the serration

of you,

you, you,

you, (always, only you)…

while the past nineteen years surrender

down my legs with sage scented soap

my dad is dead now

and everything is the same

(but simpler.)

Mira Jaeger is a freshman at Fashion Institute of Technology majoring in illustration. They enjoy literature, poetry, and screenwriting. Their poetry and visual art has been featured in Gandy Dancer and in Geneseo’s MiNT Magazine.