"My name is Channa Goldman, and I am an 18 year old writer from Upstate New York. I am a regular writer for Grlmag.com, and I have also written poetry for Rookie Mag and Teen Ink. I would say that I make art due to an obsession over humanity, all of its beauty, all of it's fault, and everything in between. These are for Shane. "

​Instagram: @jewlishious

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The Whole Room

​Into me you are
All over you I am 
Completely 
with all the things that I have ever known 

The whole room, it is making love
We teach it how
While we taste the air on each others bodies 
and make a home out of the need for touch 

You look electricity into me
Grass green eyes 
Pressure charged pulse 
Fuck like fire 

The burning does not cease
and asleep I fall in rooms 
where darkness dare not absorb 

You scream into the sky
 through openings in my window blinds 
and your voice becomes the only constellation 
I would ever allow a needle to tattoo into my skin 

I find myself fermenting 
in the unsteadiness of your laugh’s ricochet 
and in the absolute steadiness of the love
burning itself a ring 
around the circumference of your pupils 

I now move through the pages of a novel 
that writes itself as wildly as drunk sex
but as gracefully as a cartographer 
could map out all the ways 
I continue to fall into a deeper love with you 

You wrap me in epilogues 
and articulate with an ink 
seemingly infinite 
when you touch me in public 
and when you touch me all alone 
poetry and history and nonfiction and fantasy 
become the nucleus of each skin cell 
dividing into the center of everything 

And that paint which is now coating me 
is a colored coded kind of always 
that I know will hue my body 
with the flavor of all the syllables in your name 
until I am spelling us both out 
to the dirt in my grave

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Love like I

​I see myself in the redness encircling itself around your eyes 
compliments to your grassy greens 
Christmas colors but no church 
yet still so holy holy holy 

My mouth burns from the way you spice your food 
milk creams over the ache 
but I still cry just the same 
salting over any hint of neutrality missed on the tastebuds 

Red room corner 
My disinfectant is all natural and you hate it anyways 
cool lavender dances on the bedroom floor tiles ,
but there is a burning in the bed 

Ember dipped eyelashes 
 I want nothing but everything about all of you 
each pore within your skin 
makes the upper left chest throbbing 
bring my atmospheres down to the ground 
until they are kissing on the dirt like it is candy 

There are no directions anymore 
all is center 
all begs to love like I 

We cut each others nails 
with the sidewalk scrapping 
committed by the frequencies from our hands 
clasped within one another like the skin is fused 
 In a way, it is

I take every drop of dew which the mountains neglect 
and paint my love into them
returning color to blank palettes 
returning myself 
to where my first roots were first embedded

 In nothing but beginnings