Tinkerbell’s Formula for Flight

by Alexa Doran

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.