BY ADINA LASSER
Janet read a story in my kitchen,
little whispets of chalk
stuck in her teeth. I made aspic
in the sink, listened to her speak.
Janet watched her lover starside my palm.
At a party we danced together, sexless.
She speaks to me of bay leaves, her mother’s silver
of never wanting children.
Janet was a virgin until she wasn’t.
After that there was no name for her.
Adina Lasser is a rising senior at The Fine Arts Center in Greenville, South Carolina. She has been published in Polyphony H.S., Town Magazine, and 5×5, among others. She received an Honorable Mention from the National YoungArts Foundation, as well as two regional Gold Keys from the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards. Adina was most recently awarded first place in the Leonard L. Milberg ‘53 Poetry Competition, sponsored by Princeton University. Last summer, she attended the Iowa Young Writers Studio. She is the Managing Editor of Crashtest Magazine, an online literary journal.
