Saturday, February 28, 2015

jaw

The world is alive
and I should dig myself out
to feel that coursing in my veins even
though I am old,
clogged with success.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

somnabmatic

the feel is 
vulnerable, tonight
after being opened this morning
little tremor between my eyebrows 
little pinch in my sternum

who knew I'd fall asleep 
and wake up walking 
beneath the ground 



Monday, February 23, 2015

an-Orchid

there are things inside of me I haven't ever seen
and things I have seen that will never leave inside of me

   sometimes they rise to my skin surface at night
as I further the place I came from each September

and some of the times I've felt most like myself
   are when I've not been here, away for days sometimes
sometimes, away for what feels like days

but I am also most anchored
    in the depths of my body
  when my arms are elongated
     and my wrists feel
small but functioning

or when I'm horizontal, so that all my fascia
    is kissing the earth
while I kiss some part of the sky:
imagined ordinary,
beautiful-ethereal-transient

though I guess when I'm in the depths of my body
I'm not here either, I'm somewhere else

in the labyrinth of me,
uncontact-
able

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Monday, February 9, 2015

There's this little ache living in me,
and it is A Fraid. 

The Fraid is burrowing into my insides,
sending its electro wave signals 
into my extra eye-whatsit,
pulsing it's little tentacles into my veins and
latching on to my pulse.
The Fraid is very cosy and warm, and it is
difficult to persuade him to live
elsewhere. 
The Fraid especially likes to live in my
ovaries during summer, and
grips on to my femaleness
so tightly with his many legs that
tears leak out of me while I am
waiting for the bus.
I feel some chronic kind of beautiful
but there is no-one there to witness it,
except myself and the Fraid -
but I have no mirror and he is
hiding in the dark.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

swim

my citrine centre shining,
  bursting out of its body
 trying to get
   to the future
first -
it leapt into the country's
  Greatest Lake, before I'd had a chance
to reason:
  A human; being ...

mirroring last summer, and
this summer's prequel
  some sort of future -
Oh I love 
  myself, alone
 having felt 
 to feeling
others, and I.