Fictional Problems

8 Apr

there are endless possibilities

itching at my back of my hipbones,

crawling out between my ribs,

spilling through the gaps in my teeth.

.

it could be vomit, and bile,

or tears mixed with semen,

makeup and sweat,

happiness, sorrow, insanity.

.

slipping between the milliseconds

hearing you call me a goddess

and a whore in the same breath

.

demonic, tied up in the

scratching. sloughing off skin cells

unsure of what will

come up from beneath:

.

mermaids or harpies,

your terror, or my own.

Pressure Fractures

7 Apr

I miss holding them in my hands,

running with the inkblots

smudges, painting shadow-picture

reflections.

.

all leather and ribbon and cracked

spines with wetted corners.

~~~

honesty is the only way out.

I am bleeding fire.

.

I can write about these things

as though they are true for me

when I have never been there

.

never had a house in the trees.

~~~

I am a maker,

I make water

I could make life.
~~~

There is a secret language

I want to share with you

.

all careful brushes and fingertips,

but without the physical.

.

you can speak it in the spaces

between words.

.

know it in the smell before

and after the rain, but never

during.

.

Creation Myths

6 Apr

A plant will always reach

to what you have told it

what you made it believe, is the sun.

.

Heat lamps, vertical irrigation,

it knows nothing else. We cannot

help but desire, and you have

planted each one of us

.

Down the line, in repetition

growing from one another’s ashes,

bones. The gristle of DNA

.

and something else I have forgotten,

reaching to the sun

out an east-facing window.

Weaves

5 Apr

You wear your sadness like a

cloak. careful crafted,

clever pockets

all stitched together, patchwork.

.

your mother would cry

at your handiwork.

Navigation Laws

9 Mar

They feel like laws.

.

Reams, of papers and protocols

lists, expectations

the social sort of punishments.

.

Struggling against the collapse of society,

all of our bodies tumbling together

into indistinguishability

.

A gelatinous membrane against

which I splay my hands and push

but know I cannot go so far as to break.

.

I am negotiated with,

held up by the ultimate law

I crafted to lay over your delegation

.

“I love you, I love you.”

Learning Hope

3 Mar

I want to speckle stars

on your lungs

.

to remind them:

there is no gravity in space.

.

Someday, we will get there.

and eons after, when I am gone

they will remind you what I have said.

.

“You were made for sieges,

my darling,

.

You will outlast this war.”

You will outlast

This war.

Smaller Eternities

19 Feb

I found a buried box.

In it, there were candies.

.

Candies, that tasted like flowers

sweet, like they used to smell.

.

You were telling me about

the end of of empires, talking

.

about living underground, unable to wait

for a call, but being able to feel

the Earth, rumble in your bones.

.

Knowing that there were dragons outside,

knowing, that our miracle was tasting flowers.

Growth Algorithms

17 Feb

They had lost their idea of sunlight

so it came up searching, twisting

.

Became iron resting on tongues

turning into reaching nerve-shocks

that spidered into limbs

.

connecting bone and memory to skin.

.

proving, it too could grow.

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