Milkfat Healingmilk sluicing through my hair, beading on my browWhatever needs in me I wash by thinking hard. Milk falls from nowhere as smooth beams—rich milk from pure want in no time. Ok, I think. I'm clean.
Author Bio: Amelia Harrington’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Sugar House Review, WARM MILK, Milk Carton Press, SPORAZINE, and elsewhere. In 2020 they graduated with the Randolph College MFA inaugural class. They serve as circulations manager for South Dakota Review and attend the University of South Dakota as a PhD student in the English department. Now they are also a contributing editor working under the title “milkperson” at Milk Carton Press.
