waning 2
summer for feeling the world breathe on you.summer for feeling abandoned.
for hugging at midnight with open eyes wondering
if cruelty can spread through skin.for shedding more manmade skin each day
until I’m left with the songs God left me for a body
the butcher just because
she was the only one who knew how to dance
with me and
wanted to do it.
after I left she went to every party cross eyed
so she could see herself in the mirror twice.kissing my own tears
on her flank.dying in
my own childbirth?honestly, I woke up with colostrum
filling my bloodstream.all i remember
is the first breath of unbloodied light, before I started
to cry.my dreams now
aren’t from the past or the future, they’re from my animal brain.my hot
nights of melatonin tolerance and all fours
— see how it became
about me, not her?that is how my life turned.its jaw
in a bruised hand, initiating
day/night mazurka.
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Another excellent poem!
One of the lines I really like, “I’m left with the songs God left me for a body,”
The layout in this one is fascinating and led to numerous re-readings to parse it all out.
Garnered a fan this year.