Poetry by Zoë Gabriel


Being naked by yourself

is good for the soul:

drinking coffee, reading,

balancing your checkbook

naked -- the hand

resting casually on your thigh,

the brush of fingers

on neck or brow,

the pencil tip inside

your bellybutton --

makes you bolder than you are.

Zoë Gabriel’s poems have appeared in Thieves Jargon, GlassFire Magazine, Grasslimb, Centrifugal Eye, Poetry Midwest, Southern Ocean Review, Oysters & Chocolate, Salt River Review, Locust Magazine, Unlikely Stories, AntiMuse and Cadenza; she has work forthcoming in Word Riot. Zoë dyes her hair, but is naturally tall. She loves books, languages, spicy food and colorful socks. She is from Europe and lives in Maryland.