All That Dignity

by Sarah Oso

It swells together then rattles
into front yard hickory dance, 
memory cells, arrows

through panes. Candid 
as beaded braids’ chattering
on the nape. Our sun also bristles

lifelong and runny with want. 
More ovum than stone, you’d think,
and like us, velvet where pitted.

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ABOUT THE CREATOR

Sarah Oso is a creative and advocate residing in Atlanta, Georgia. Events including the AJC Decatur Book Festival, Poetry @ Tech, Agnes Scott Writers’ Festival, and ArtsXchange have featured her work, which explores themes of identity and intimacy. Her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and appears in New Ohio Review, Watershed Review, Sunspot Lit, Passionfruit, Passengers Journal, and Red Ogre Review, among others.

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