He thinks he’s sharp enough to slice the earth in two when he wields the weapon of his body to the wind: all sword and spine, he makes a swipe at the sunlight but misses – the soil spatters out a laugh as it tugs this restless flame back into its place. Answer: […]
supermarket treasure. find me beneath fluorescent lights. i melt orange, glow incandescent. i could be the 5pm sun, horizon-swallowed, kitchen witchcraft rolling off the dim-lit countertop. i hit the ground and carry on—i don’t know where to stop. it is easy to get under my skin, to examine my earth— space station sights of city […]
I bind my catch in heavy folds like a shroud. Use soiled sheets to blind and gag, then dress each scaled and feathered frame with coils of silk; basted black. Answer: an oil spill
I’m the icing on the cake I carry the footsteps of penguins. My name is like a chocolate bar. I’ve got a thing about falling. You draw me in maths class. There’s many words for me. I have a bad relationship with the sun. You leave me with the angels. Bring out the dark glasses.
She prophesies the new spring, her white dress, her bent head in shame of the bland beauty she has. Her veined hands point to the sky, she is growing in bundles, she’s showing us spring.
Under cover of night, slowly, slightly, line by line, from the very tips of our little fingers, we begin to carve into the skin, line by line, from the very tips, we draw in red cracks. We begin to carve into the skin across the lower back, the hips, we draw in red cracks under […]
As the morning unfolds I hide away Until I am less than A gloomy puddle But as I get closer to Identifying the stars I unfurl Stretching into the night