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i jumped and i fell and i expected there to be something at the bottom to catch me,
cradle me like an infant's bones
but there was nothing.
only the cold ocean floor which
caved under the stress:
I am unfit even for these warmthless arms.
kelp rejects me,
plankton, bass;
i slide through tendrils of octopus without pause
the salt water will not buoy my limbs,
my whole.
I cannot breathe:
I am alive but depraved:
swimming does not come naturally
to sinners.
forget what they said about witches.
cradle me like an infant's bones
but there was nothing.
only the cold ocean floor which
caved under the stress:
I am unfit even for these warmthless arms.
kelp rejects me,
plankton, bass;
i slide through tendrils of octopus without pause
the salt water will not buoy my limbs,
my whole.
I cannot breathe:
I am alive but depraved:
swimming does not come naturally
to sinners.
forget what they said about witches.
Literature
daedalus
i. we are like birds,
birds without the wings
but with the song.
(icarus did not want for wings)
We did not want for chains we did not
want to flee
We did
(he did not want to fall
he did)
we did.
I am without fear, and you are without blood,
and we could never hope to scratch the sun,
but perhaps we might endeaver to suspend it.
it's the hollow beat of bones on drums
it's a steady throb of pins on thumbs
it's a simple truth that
nobody wants to fly
ii. but they do.
Literature
Red Feathers and Metaphorical Oceans
I found her degraded,
slathered in pomegranate puddles. Juicy sweet.
Timid blueberry tears dribbled
atop her raw pancake tissues.
Her offended coconut flesh
feigned feminine composure;
honey-milk complexions.
I noticed off-white muscles
tense,
paranoid and taunt.
Bones bracing for the sizzle.
Broiled
into someone solid.
___________________
Dead.
blackened texture - rabid, raven-eyed
Decided.
complexity beyond explanation
Decapitat
Literature
Moon
Moon
You left the knife on the drainboard,
bits of lettuce scattered like green rice.
We should get married, you tell me,
this house tight as a ring around us.
In every room, sleep waits for me.
Sometimes I wake sprawled on the wooden floor
not remembering that I fell.
Things blur, the copper pans
hanging on the wall swell in tight glowing bellies
woven rugs flow like rivers.
At night, your face flowers into an open moon,
filling our bed with light
There is no place left to hide.
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beautiful. wondeful job to both of you.