Founded in the fall of 1991, Laurel Moon is Brandeis' oldest, national literary publication. Each issue we publish features original work from undergraduate students.
when the god of light asked to fuck you–
where did you trouble denying him?
I wanted what a man could give:
You grew tired of being bought
He had blue eyes
not bright blue
you did what all men do
Blue like a bruise
with consequences
I covered by wearing a turtleneck
In the summer.
you broke one promise
now no one believes your truth
I faulted my womb, it didn’t close,
Never could tell him no
Couldn’t afford the opportunity of
your own body
No one believed me either
Maybe I misunderstood
Asked for this
You knew these binds would
Outlast you
Prophecy extends beyond words:
My body becomes your truth.