porcelain, revisited
it’s not fair to tell you the porcelain started to just bleed on its own
as if there was no shaking
as if the bone-ash didn’t hiss where it met the clay
because it is not body of carbon
it’s glass body, quartz body, wet body
pressure will not make this sticky thing clean
it will not shine and sparkle when pressed,
it will begin to open instead,
and that is how we have obtained this bleeding glass.
see, eyes sit heavy on my skin
coerce joints into limpness and jaw into stilling
i keep staining hem lines with this many eyes on me
bleeding out onto shirt sleeves and pant ankles.
i am cracked in all the soft places from so much looking and hearing
i don’t know what to call it
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I love this, thought this part was particularly lovely:
“as if the bone-ash didn’t hiss where it met the clay
because it is not body of carbon
it’s glass body, quartz body, wet body”