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I’ve got an idea of what to do now,
and it’s not the right thing.
We’re all dreaming of cliffs these days;
I think of the perfect way
my body will break
as it kisses the rocks below—
tumble against the Berkshire shale,
copper as dried blood.
Neurosis:
my fingernails chip away at my outsides,
as if the flaking of my skin might clear my bell jar
of its stars.
I breathe in through my teeth,
remembering what the feeling of air
against the walls of my lungs means,
the devastation of pollen-stung alveoli.
But I will bury myself—
six feet to keep the water off, and the dogs out.
You are something cold lodged in my spinal disks.
Steady on, winter—
I want your needles in my skin
and the long fall of your blizzards.
and it’s not the right thing.
We’re all dreaming of cliffs these days;
I think of the perfect way
my body will break
as it kisses the rocks below—
tumble against the Berkshire shale,
copper as dried blood.
Neurosis:
my fingernails chip away at my outsides,
as if the flaking of my skin might clear my bell jar
of its stars.
I breathe in through my teeth,
remembering what the feeling of air
against the walls of my lungs means,
the devastation of pollen-stung alveoli.
But I will bury myself—
six feet to keep the water off, and the dogs out.
You are something cold lodged in my spinal disks.
Steady on, winter—
I want your needles in my skin
and the long fall of your blizzards.
Literature
Zemi
Things having to be returned to their transparency:
i.
/ green mist-earth / knit
atmosphere / fathomless
blue-lavender / lights
spun out from light
ii.
are recalcitrance / and you
are convergence
& - a fingernail of summer
- a melting of rain
- a crown of flowers
- a priest of sunsets
(beautiful? I love you, because. Zemi.
Zemi. are you beautiful because I love
you? Zemi? )
iii.
I imagine this is what it's like to breathe sea foam
over the Cliffs of Moher: hydration. absolution.
Literature
crumbling,
i have been awake for fifteen minutes.
your mouth in the crook of my neck feels
very much like sunlight, very much like i am
seeing things, schizophrenic and blue, hands shaking
like when i drive your car without looking at your body,
multicoloured and alive, listless in the front seat,
our music playing, breathing in the smell of leaves, of warmth.
your voice in my ear, you finding me in a crowd of people,
this is me remembering how lucky i am, how i am
more fortunate than i'd like to admit, knowing that
bleeding does not really hurt, exactly, because you cannot
comprehend the strength of the mind, a queen in feathers
and dark go
Literature
Rainwater
Her hand pulled from mine –
slipped, like rainwater,
drifting through night;
her voice, confessed soft
sorrows as I dreamt.
"I no longer
believe
in storms like you."
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Not 100% factual to the present, but...definitely a bit of what's been up.
Bleh. Dunno about critiques on this one. Not sure about flow, of course, but getting anything down on paper has been a challenge.
Not 100% factual to the present, but...definitely a bit of what's been up.
Bleh. Dunno about critiques on this one. Not sure about flow, of course, but getting anything down on paper has been a challenge.
PS. Creds to Sylvia Plath (Bell Jar) and Virginia Woolf - my heart is with ya, girls.
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I love the images you've painted - they all tie up really nicely together.