All in by Talia Pinzari

by Talia Pinzari


Give me pectorals
in plunging
ruffled necklines /
give me coy
breasts in tweed-
buttoned vests /
give me faux hawks /
edged lines– /
jaws and otherwise /
give me pseudonyms /
embered eyes /
give me swagger drip
with hip dips /
strapping brows /
petaled lips /
give me the middle
of shadow-bled
borders / from where
the moon’s man
is La Luna /
Die Sonne is not
your daughter /

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Talia Pinzari’s poetry most recently appears or is forthcoming in Pangyrus, Salamander Magazine, Lily Poetry Review, and Ibbetson St., and her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She is working on her first collection. Talia grew up in eastern Massachusetts and now lives in Austin, Texas where she runs Pinzari PR and dances tango.