Saturn
Born last
shadowed in loss—
I stay latched at her hip
longer than any other.
I rise splendid with the sun
to sit by her side and
fold in her secret woes,
promise to never grow up.
I think she may need me
as much as need her.
I think one day, one way
or another, we may
kill each other.
We are joined
in an outpouring of
viscera and veins
wound up tight
and tied in a bow.
Oliver Curry is a transgender writer from Long Island currently working on his Masters in English/Creative Writing at SUNY New Paltz. His work will be featured in an upcoming issue of The Shawangunk Review.