Tinkerbell’s Formula for Flight


I try not to talk about it people like the cream of mystery              they don’t want to know a fairy                                                              has a history that my wings didn’t grow naturally              that God had to touch me     to slat my back          with two parallel paths two holes meant to glow           with throbbing Who wants to admit                    to the gash below the wing? that even Heaven has a sting? that women are always opening                                                 and opening? oh, I haven’t felt little i                                     innocent in a long time                          and I may never get past                         this gossamer trickle,                                            this lilt at my back this rape that rises                         on the wind like ash.

ALEXA DORAN is the author of the chapbook Nightsink, Faucet Me a Lullaby (Bottlecap Press 2019), and is currently a PhD candidate at Florida State University. Her series of poems about the women of Dada, “The Octopus Breath on Her Neck,” is soon to be published as part of Oxidant/Engine’s BoxSet Series Vol 2. You can also look for her in recent or upcoming issues of Glass, Booth, Mud Season Review, Conduit, and Permafrost, among others.