I will turn and forget
kneel down for
agree to be separate parts
each one ready for theirs
leave when i’m told
backbend into a yes
roll into my own ending
erase everything chosen
pretend there is an answer
to numb the shame that pulls
on me when I obey the one
found me becoming
the mouth that creates
the mother that waves me away
I speak into the injury
and call it my daughter
together we create new identities
to support the grief
that was cut out of me
needing to be touched
where I am missing
I will take your hand to it
if you agree to stay awake
the whole time I was falling
knowing it was my right
the side of me that stung
to sing about the lack
I see, this is why
I am the better misrepresentation
we agree to one thing
the story about trash collecting
in abandoned places
holding our breath for more
wanting to be
the last one to remember
the details of my initiation
matter to someone somewhere
enough to be carved out
and elevated
to be seen without a plan
to have a wish
to inform the world of my wish
and to burn because of it.
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a soundless reach over head
my interpretation drips into
scene: asking the river for more
to breaststroke into your heaven
entering a place only
an exhale away
softening the center
there is power there
in the warm sockets
your teeth rest against
intelligent threads
bind us accurate
and in silence somewhere,
melted-down core feeling
sticks to the walls
like old narrative that
begins with
‘I deserve nothing’
what comes from
our tangled up bodies:
new star shapes
tracing possibility
breathing
like I know
a greater expansion
your eyes, the medicine
in this story, and I am
committed to many illnesses
holding my hands out,
saying it without saying it,
the medicine makes everything
slow
it becomes my answer
for everything
being true at the same time
holding my hands out
as a child does
before knowing
what is being given.
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TO BE PULLED BACK
FROM THE MOMENT OF BEING FED
TO BE CAUGHT IN THE LOOP OF
OTHERNESS
UN-ASKED
I CAN REPEAT WHERE I HAVE BEEN
WITH AN ACCURACY THAT SERVES
ONLY THE LEFT SIDE OF MY EXPERIENCE
LINGERING OVER THE THREAT
OF WHAT IT MEANS TO BE LEFT
THIS IS THE START OF RECONCILIATION
BETWEEN MYSELF AND
EVERY REFLECTIVE SURFACE IN MY HOME
I FIND NOTHING WHERE I BURIED IT
I AM CARRIED BACK INSIDE
I LIKE TO THINK OF MYSELF
AS AN EXTRACTED PART
BELONGING NO MORE
OF THE SAME:
THE INVERSE REACTION TO
SEEKING -
IF IT WERE UP TO ME
I WOULD HAVE NEVER STOPPED
SITLL, I AM THE ONE GUIDING
THE PRESSURE ON THE WOUND
FULL OF EXPECTATION, STILL BREATHING
INTO UNMET NEEDS THAT DID NOT SURVIVE
THE FIRST TIME
THEY WERE ALL SEEN EXITING
THE TOP OF THE HEAD
THE SAME PLACE
WHERE THE TEETH MARKS SURVIVE
AS A SIGNAL OF AN EARLY INTRODUCTION
TO A PLACE IN ME THAT
I CANNOT ENTER WITHOUT
AN IMAGINED SCREEN
TO CONTRAST THE DARK MATTER
THERE IS NO PROMISE HERE
ABOUT MAKING A HOME AT THE BOTTOM
THE FINAL EXPRESSION IS SEEN, FELT,
IN THAT ORDER:
A CONVULSION THAT ASKS FOR
EQUAL RESPONSE
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TO NAME WHAT PRECEDED THE IMAGE OF A BODY DEPRESSED AT THE CENTER OF WHAT HOLDS THERE IS REASON TO PRACTICE EXTENDED DIVISION THE LAYER BETWEEN YOU AND THE GROUND IS THERE HAS ALWAYS BEEN UNDOING TO BE DONE ERASE WITH INTENT TO REACT THERE IS A GOAL SOMEWHERE HERE AND THEN THERE IS WHAT IS BEING ACTED OUT I AM THE ONE THAT IS HERE TO ADJUST TO THE VACANCY NOBODY OBJECTS TO THE IDEA BUT NOBODY WANTS TO SLEEP HERE EITHER THE STORY REMAINS THE ANSWER IS THE OTHER WAY CANNOT EXPAND WITHOUT FINDING OUT MORE THE DEFENSES HAVE GIVEN OUT AND THERE IS NOBODY LOOKING FOR ME NONE OF US ARE PREPARED FOR THE SENSUALITY OF RELYING ON ANOTHER FOR SURVIVAL THE ESCAPE ROUTE AVAILABLE COMES AT THE PRICE OF SELFHOOD IT IS THAT EXTREME TO CONTORT AGAINST AN EXPERIENCE THERE IS THE SURVIVING ASSUMPTION THAT EVERYTHING IS HERE FOR ME I AM THE ONE TO DISRUPT THIS VEIL THAT SEPARATES ME FROM MY KNOWING WHAT KIND OF LIFE CAN BEGIN IN THE ABSENCE OF A CONSTANT ELECTRICAL CURRENT PAIN KEEPS ME AWAKE AND PERPETUALLY READY TO DEFEND MY POINT OF VIEW HAVING BEEN AMPUTATED FROM THE SOURCE OF WHAT WAS ONCE MY ONLY SOURCE I HAVE BEEN PREPARED IN SUCH A WAY TO CONTINUALLY BE ASSESSING THE CONDITIONS BEING THE SOLE REASON FOR EXISTING THIS WAY REMOVES THE WEIGHT OF UNDERSTANDING WHAT WAS TAKEN FROM ME
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