lifeinpoetry:

Her anger
achingly sharp, chin like a periscope, the fact

of her like the pinprick of a morning planet.
Her body is so light it is hydrogen, her mind a penciled
nucleus. The best likeness, her living. The bitter,
stippled image of a woman, her refusal.

— Jenny Molberg, from “In Which Ophelia Reopens the Box of Hamlet’s Drawings,” published in Juxtaprose