An Undergraduate Literary Journal from UW-Milwaukee

I Don’t

by Melissa Holck 

Splinters skewered underneath  

manicured nails. 

Knuckles cracked and bleeding rouge 

ribbons on tiled kitchen floor. 

Bruised palms from          floating 



   pushing against sharp crystal ceilings 

   over and over and over and over and over and over and over 


How can you look at the hands of a warrior 

worked smooth, eroded by the patriarchy and dish soap 

and decide that the only purpose for her 

delicate yet indestructible fingers is to 

bear a diamond ring?


Melissa Holck is a writer who focuses on poetry and short fiction. She hopes to work in publishing in the future. In her spare time she loves to read, cook, and play with her adorable cats.