The Last Woman on Earth

“Either or” by Mary Stone

The Last Woman on Earth

(This poem originally appeared in Amethyst Arsenic)

The swimming cures her insomnia. She blurs, her bones speaking the language of water. She imagines a gold fin, an anemone mouth, lips seaweed stitched, barnacles growing along her lungs. This is what women look like when wet. She is clam-rich and heavy, lost cities buried inside her. The water uncurls its jaw until her hands are ships. Her hair a shredded sail. Watch her legs waver, the water of her dance. Is it enough?

  • This poem was nominated for a Rhysling Award and will appear in the SFPA publication for speculative poetry. Here is a link to the blog: https://specpo.wordpress.com/ and here is a link to the Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association website: http://www.sfpoetry.com/starline.html
  • You can read more of my Last Woman on Earth series at these following links as well. I will also be posting more of them here, for you to follow along with. The series is a metaphorical exploration of what it was like dealing with depression and alcoholism. I choose speculative poetry or fantastical plot lines or scenery because it helps me personally relate to the strangeness and unfamiliar places in my own mind. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask! This is an ongoing project.
  • http://www.moonsickmagazine.com/the-last-woman-on-earth-by-mary-stone.html (for three poems — will also re-post here on this website soon)
  • http://www.tinderboxpoetry.com/the-last-woman-on-earth