Roseanna Alice Boswell

Pinterest is for Dog Sweaters & Sad People

I’m not depressed
I just need another hobby
or another drink and it’s impossible
to get diagnosed as a millennial
either I’m fine
or I’m too sick;
I’ll leave my phone at home.

I left the curling iron on to self destruct—
do you think my landlady will notice
the certainty of inconvenience
or is this like the broken washing machine
something that can be put off
a week or so?

I want to get a pet mammal so badly
but first I need to find a new home
for my pet rock—
not just the driveway like you suggested
—either we’re perfect for each other
or you don’t understand me at all.

I wish I understood the etiquette
of wearing a romper past age 25
but at least I know exactly what I want:
a dream home or a diet coke.


I didn’t mean to hate myself

I was just      sobusy      darning your socks
slipped a finger sideways      to catch thread

I am always      catching threads
so nothing frays      so nothing

comes apart      I never come anymore
even with your fingers      length-deep

inside      I’m not afraid of fraying
so much as      wearing thin

I’m not thin      but muscles can be taught
to pull tight finger seams up thighs

how many hygiene products
does it take      to become completely

sterile?      how many times can I unravel
before sterilizing      your needle?

I’d never      let you put a run in my stockings
with your tongue      I’msorry

I’m busy      hiding in a thimble

Roseanna Alice Boswell is a poetry MFA candidate at Bowling Green State University in Ohio. Her work has appeared or will appear soon in: Driftwood Press, Maudlin House, and elsewhere. You can find her on Twitter @swellbunny posting about feminism and her love of exclamation points.

JD Thornton