Embedded in the bulrush and cliff brakes some
better left unsaid things some better
left to die things taste like warm brass
and feels cool peach on bee sting some
better left unrung rings purpling round her eyes
embedded in her comb’s finer teeth a better
song nestled in her namesake

Tina is currently completing her BFA at the Illinois Institute of Art-Chicago while simultaneously collating her poems into her first chapbook, Right Kettle of Fish. Her poems have most recently been published in Blueline Literary Journal and Shoe Music Press.