TRYING TO BE AN OCCASION IN A
STORM
(After kari edwards)
My sex was barren as a cave the world cannot find its way inside
I sleep on the ground and imagine things more real than dirt
I was an event most were mostly interested in
You can’t really escape the church yet
To survive means goodbye ‘healthy relationships’
Hello besties listening to the dark center of the universe
In the
dark, under the covers I might
Disintegrate
into the thin air, if you like
We read Genesis, a list poem, head on a lazy susan
Swerving like an atom in descent
Slip your hands beneath my dress
Soft as a feather stiff as a board
Object speaks on special occasion
A quality impossible to translate
Hell in a knockoff handbag
A prime example
Dangerous as a triangle
We keep our eyes on the angel
The reversing horizon
Bubbles piling on a thin skin of milk
Obviously courting a sense of breezy repentance
The threat you might be a fairy
And me
lost in Fairyland
That I could trace the map of your torso at will
Birth a spiritualism of bacteria
Our blood’s hot air meeting a cold front
Holiday in the high prairie, gateless and barren as sex
The snow is sideways and you’re going super fast
MASH NOTE
‘Bless you’ I write to myself
From the inside out
Notes swarm through the air
Now I want to be your dog
A frozen thought, a rainbow
Orbiting the sun
She’s so high
She
stretches into an I
Tiresias
in the sky
Where diamonds
aren’t
A girl’s
best friend
