blade of grass draft poem
sorrow deeper
than mom’s blue
veins dipped stoic
my stomach is teal
& blank frenzy the kind
of hunger weightlessness
holds is both shameful &
filling i started chasing it
as soon as narcissus showed himself
inside my fathers blue gummed mouth
self-erosion never came so quick till
then wanted the shadow of
my body to be as thin as a blade of grass
the kind of grass you grab in fistfills & cut your palms
on the kind you eat but can’t stomach
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“the kind of grass you grab in fistfills & cut your palms / on”
Phew. This piece is like a raw wound. Thank you for sharing it.
Stunning.
What Susanna said.
Such powerful images in phrases and the whole.