Anatomy

No doubt I shall pass that way

Some time after dark. No doubt

My legs will find

The Manhattan-bound L.

No doubt I’ll hop every cross street,

Lamenting my eyes, praising

My hands,

Which shoot straight, strike

Light, all those hard

Commendable acts of night.

Still my lungs

And my liver.

The clothes

I take off. The nails,

My rings,

My rings which stay on.

Zoe Berger is a queer, Filipino-Jewish writer based in Brooklyn. Her poems have been published or are upcoming in The Poetry Society of New York's journal Milk Press, Wild Roof Journal, Thimble Literary Magazine, Pinky Mag, and The Naïve Journal, and she recently completed a residency with Tupelo Press to refine her manuscript for a forthcoming book of poems. Her work explores cyclical patterns of nature and the limits of primal bodies. She can be found on Instagram @sadspot.