BIO
Alisha Escobedo (she/her/hers) received her MFA from Antioch University Los Angeles and her BA from Columbia College. Her work explores themes of queer womanhood, addiction, and more. She is Proof Edit Manager of Lunch Ticket and a freelance marketing coordinator. Her work can be found in The Los Angeles Press, Desolate Country: We the Poets, United, Against Trump, and Prompts!: A Spontaneous Anthology. She currently lives in San Antonio, TX, where she sporadically posts (and deletes) photos to her IG story @ayescobe.
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Website is www.alishawrites.com.
disclaimer to marie in the britney spears t-shirt
she asked for water
i gave her my mouth
then
turned
her
body
around
i left bruises like painted crumbs:
the
path taken
to
break vessels
on
the side
of her neck
i
listened
to the building
tremble
as
she got louder
and
came
closer
she asked me to be
the big spoon
then told me she’d never felt
a heartbeat
as strong
and fast
as
mine
beating against her back
do
i make you nervous? she asked
yes
but why?
my tongue traced laps around hers
sacrificing syllables to saliva
to keep from saying:
because
you’re human
she said we could tell each other
anything
because
we’re strangers
she
said we wouldn’t
see each other
again
so
i told her
i’m a felon
i’m a cheat
i broke up with my last ex via text
but i left out the part
about
still being in love
with the
sea
later that night
she texted me:
hit me up if you’re ever in l.a.
i replied:
but
don’t
you know
that i’m
toxic?
After
Demi Lovato’s 2020 GRAMMY’s Performance
after Demi
Lovato’s “Anyone”
A hundred
million stories and a hundred million [poems];
I feel stupid
when I [write];
Nobody’s
listening.
The type of
women I am drawn to, I find them drowning
on kitchen,
bathroom, bedroom floors.
We drown
together sometimes, and sometimes we swim.
Sometimes we
feel our feet on the ground below or above,
small
increments in between.
The type of
women I am drawn to, they hate it when I get clean.
They bring
dirt to my doorstep, beg me to take more.
They muddy
their soles with their spit and leave
a path that
leads back to them.