— Sierra DeMulder, “To The Woman Hitting On My Boyfriend:” from The Bones Below

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— Sierra DeMulder, “To The Woman Hitting On My Boyfriend:” from The Bones Below
Yes, that’s right; God has a crush on me.
That’s why he is too embarrassed to talk,
he’s afraid he might say the wrong thing.
Sierra DeMulder
My sister told me a soul mate is not the person who makes you the happiest but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. It has always been you. Love, Forgive Me
Sierra DeMulder
Excerpt from “Love Forgive Me (after Rachel McKibbens)” by Sierra DeMulder, featured in her poetry collection The Bones Below
she is the kind of shaken that makes me feel perfect— pale and empty like the frames of barns about to be torn down. the girl isn't old. she bleeds green sapling branches, ignorant to how cold the winter will be. lonely in silence, she makes every blinking eyelash a collision. the first day we met, she kissed me drunk on wine and gasoline I couldn't taste it then, but her chest is a hallway. don't give her matches; she will kiss them. don't give her sweat; she will drink it. left alone, she will shatter your teacups and ash on your love seats, sit shotgun as you drive on her guilt. she will hang up, stare dirty, laugh crazy. she will wake you, steal you away from dreams of leaves, holding her forearm like a paintbrush as the blood splatters solar systems on our kitchen tile. she will laugh like the bottom of vodka bottles. apologize for overshooting 11 stitches, I wish I was the one with the needle and thread. I would hem her hands over themselves so she would know how it felt to be helpless.
Sierra DeMulder, “One A.M.” from The Bones Below
— Sierra DeMulder, “Sawdust” from The Bones Below
— Sierra DeMulder, “what to do after you’ve memorizedthe face of the person you love” from The Bones Below
— Sierra DeMulder, “Talking to God” from The Bones Below