in an annual yuzu hot bath, a zoo's solstice onsen for these too-short days, too-soon orion looming overhead. let me stand in steaming mineral soup orbited by floating citrus and snow and awash in love from those who believe i am enough as i arrived: wet- eyed, wanting, heat-seeking, sleepy. give me that good hot vapor and a pair of hands to feed me fruit, comb my hair, tell me i'm so sweet the oranges came to bathe with me. let me float out these dark weeks asoak in a tiny manmade inland sea salty with rock and bone and shell — my satsuma-oil sweat and strain dissolving back into the universe. give me nothing less. let me change what i will no longer accept. wash me away and away and away, amen. ___
Adrienne Crezo (she/her/hers) is an editor, Pushcart-nominated writer, Tin House scholar (2022) and native Oklahoman of Comanche descent. She serves as an editor at Daily Kos, as a poetry reader for Okay Donkey and Kissing Dynamite Poetry, and as associate poetry editor for Pidgeonholes. You can follow her on Twitter @adriennecrezo.