K. Alma Peterson
Besides, My Avatar Loves Me
My avatar remembers nothing: not how she got here, or why
a penchant for heavy jewelry drives her in this Pretense.
Life in the company of MMI (me, myself and I), where frogs are
red and blue only in photographs, and sapphires are unaffordable,
left me with dreams and daydreams but no manifestations…
My avatar is psychic in the blankest sense: without a past
she is malleable, feet on fire, feeling no nail when she walks
the landfills filling her materials list. My avatar’s an artist:
every link of every chain of every leg-iron she forges without
forethought. My lack of adornment becomes her tattoos.
Her pluperfect eyes, an unambiguous gray, are not mirrors
of her coined soul, but a half-spent reflection of mine. My avatar
inscribed my history on a bracelet I can never wear; she wrote
around and around until she ran out of room and said it was a poem.
K. Alma Peterson is a graduate
of the MFA Program for Writers at
K. Alma Peterson is a graduate of the MFA Program for Writers atWarren Wilson College. Her poems have appeared in and others. In 1999, her poem " , The New Orphic Review, ArtWord Quarterly Between Us" was nominated for a . She lives in .