GABRIELLE WOOLLEY

Containers

I can’t decide
a medium
for my rage

not once in my life
have I made a scene

my career is
my civility

light the candles
burn the incense
run the bath

I’m going to live in this
red house forever

when a year unravels itself

I did not key the Prius
my body did not shake
still, I tried to sound so eloquent

I finally woke up
in the crowd, a sea of sheets
the dream about a spider web

I’ve never spoken as clearly
as when I didn’t
recognize myself

Gabrielle Woolley (she/her) is a poet and zine maker living in Philadelphia, PA. You can usually find her on her bike, at the library, in a cafe, or by the river.