"poem for naomi"
by Zoe Goldstein (they/she)
poem for naomi
my sister-sibling is dyeing their eyebrows. i place
goggles over their eyes, they brush bleach
over their brows. in stage 1 their eyebrows disappear & i
unrecognize them for a moment. their forehead waits
like good creamy sketchpaper.
my siblingsister is waiting for dye to settle become
natural. they grin at me in the mirror then uncap
this fat green marker. they scribble on our toothpasted
reflections until we are surrounded by rhizome swirls until we can’t see
our soapy skin because we are growing underground with grubby roots with grubby feet
planted on black & white tile they tell me you can move
through lots of places at once.
my sli bing ssits er sponges off purplish dye skinstains
& to while away our waiting we brush our sharpteeth with electricity,
excavate stories from the roots of our gums. flossing back & forth in triangles speaking
around the cat’s cradle of minty flosser strings & plastic sharp-ends
sharp enough to whet our teeth. i tell them be relentless so that we are always prepared
to bite with intention.
my is bigger than a house but they crouch i crouch. stage 2 is done: we wipe off the
mirror to reveal: two caterpillars one pink one blue. wiggling across their forehead. for a next
step they rub emu oil on their third eye & anoint my nosetip too. this is not a final step this will stimulate joy
& hair growth
& connect 2