2 Poems — Stephanie Athena Valente

Merry Widow

pour honey in a voicemail
agreement & olfactory neurons

the latin word for lucky scent
i hate perfume, but

who do you use?
put me in short videos

how much does organic content cost?
the lace is cutting into my hips.


Night Song

dark :: blue :: stars

i’ll tell you stories, sweet-thing.
i was a greek column once, maybe,
a water-bearer, a rosemary pricked voice,
never was a warrior or an oracle,
probably full of

prayer :: oil :: asked the gods

under a night sky for a sign, for a ghost-visit
no, i never set foot on the homeland(s)
i grew up suburban poor, did you have to ask?
it’s tense now, in your living room,
it feels like blood

silent couch :: empty :: regret

sweet-thing, i often sat by the window, thinking
of car crashes or paycheck-to-paychecks
pretending to be the voice of delphi,
crying on the carpet
did you want to hear a song?


Stephanie Athena Valente lives in Brooklyn, NY. Her published works include Hotel Ghost, waiting for the end of the world, and Little Fang (Bottlecap Press, 2015-2019). She has work included in Reality Hands, TL;DR, and Cosmonauts Avenue. She is the associate editor at Yes, Poetry. Sometimes, she feels human.