by Bekah Steimel

Tonight I prefer
a sharp pair of horns
accented by an evil grin
to a spiffy set of wings
and a shiny circle
that hovers overhead
I choose what glows and growls
in the dark
instead of
what beams in the light
Tonight is death
and the dead
and the dying
Maybe tomorrow
will be growth under the sun
but for now
I pick a grave
over a garden.

Bekah Steimel lives in St. Louis, Missouri and is working on a first collection of poetry, chronicling one lesbian’s struggles with addiction, fidelity, mental illness, and mortality. Her poetry has appeared in publications such as Clutching at Straws, Gloom Cupboard, Gutter Eloquence, Sinister Wisdom and Subterranean Quarterly. Visit