Nova Odette

"I’m a young poet and visual artist from LA. I get inspiration for my work from everything to surrealist short stories, medical mysteries, and baby dolls. I love creating little worlds in my pieces that are both foreign but familiar touching on the twisted image of beauty that many things portray."

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THICK LIKE HONEY 

This body made of clay 
Feels like concrete rather than flesh 
And I’m entombed in it 
I try to reassure myself 
That this body,this vessel does good 
It gets me places just like any vessel should 
But it’s hard to appreciate practicality 
When this form is a burden more than anything else 
That these appealing soft shapes 
Look more like jagged edges 
I try to keep them in 
Cover them up
Pretend I’m smooth like those bodies which are projected onto every platform 
That I no longer have a ballooning waist 
That the ripples on my thighs go back to the ocean 
That I’m fluid like water and no longer thick like honey 
Thick like honey
Fluid like water 
I want to start over again 
In another vessel
One that will blend in 
One that no longer takes up space 
Cause in the end I have trouble with the fact that I’m seen 
That my mass is more than 
However in the end 
In what ever form 
I’ll never be denser than water 
But I’ll surely sink in a pool of honey.

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ACID RAIN 

She prayed for rain 
That of the acid strain
 a cleansing water 
That leaves only bone 
One that melts away 
Her dog 
Her bike 
And her home 
She prayed for a rain 
That sizzles and pops 
One the she hopes will never stop 
A torrential downpour 
That evaporated the town 
That washes away 
Every bad feeling, Every frown