With its quarterly publications, Vagina provides a space for female contributors to share their creative work with the public. The zine features a unique variety of opinions, passions, and observations from our contributors.
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Turn Me On
You forgot
Between a few caresses
Kisses that turn to lusty distress
To turn me on
And don’t get me wrong
I love sex
But that doesn’t mean I don’t love the rest.
How
After that deep sleep
Did you forget
That you forgot
To turn me on?
We are the sea.
A congregation of community,
vast and pouring,
set along the lengths of longing…
a family in need.
Is this the sound of an angry child?
Tears beneath the moon…
words beneath the roots…
shame and what it really is,
beneath the weight of truth.
What is right has been reduced to feeling…
and, though our honesty is failing,
we’ve learned to rest in insincerity.
Oil into an ocean…
deceit amongst the hearts of these.
Death is always the same thing.
—By Chelsea Weber
Acne backed, dollars packed
in a back pocket of sweat and last night.
Say you’re happy in a whirl of
whiskey, cigarettes, and girls.
I want to ask, “does it last?”
But what’s the point.
I envy your calm.
Basking in chaos,
appreciating change.
But you won’t change the game
to a simpler refrain.
Too weak of a heart,
Too addicted to crazy.
—By Jennifer Monsees
*Jennifer’s poem first appeared in Vagina’s Winter 2013 issue
