thank you for creating me
and destroying me
so i may recreate myself.
you taught me to undress the moon
i’m pretty sure i could love you
i’m pretty sure i already do
this story is being written
over me
fingerprints, bruises
a spill of cells that swim
upwardthrough me
deliveringlife that wasn’t here
to begin
with.
is it
mine?
i know you love me,
but it doesn’t make me
feel less alonesometimes i want to ask you if
you’ve ever been
swallowed whole by something
entirely separate from yourself
but something you know
was born inside youfermenting in the warm, dark
parts
expanding & shrinking
breathing
feeding
off of words & feelings
you don’t have names or reasons forsometimes i want to ask you
if there are parts of yourself
you’re not sure you can
controlbut
when i look in your eyes
unwavering
like nothing has ever made you
fear
your own mindi know you love me,
i know you will say
no.
i buried my bruises
in an unmarked grave
bouquets, hues of
blacks and blues and
greens
and as i recall each one
you’ve given me, i decide
it’s time for
a proper burial
i call you,
i call you & i tell you
my body has been shaking today
uncontrollably
like from my core
radiating outward to my
fingertips to my thighs to my toesi am vibrating
like everything within me is vibrating
& i feel it in my mind, too
& you say “embrace it"
& i laugh& i cry
at the evening news &
that video of quintuplets
embracing
each other on the kitchen floor
so full of love
without language
without knowledge
of this worldwhen i shake
my mind leaves me
& i wonder where it goes
when it goes
if i’m visiting
friends in other planes
with names i don’t know
who i don’t remember when i come back,when i come back to you & you
tell me to embrace it
embrace crying
embrace screaming beneath my bathwater
embrace being overwhelmed & not really
understanding
things i tell myself i need to understand
to be human
but i guess that’s not truebecause what do those babies
know? nothing, really
& they’re human & they love
& they are loved
& i’m a little more
conscious
of should be’s &
should not’s & should have’s
but maybe this is really
a beginning.
19 hours inside these yellow walls
and i can feel everything i had left
leave memom’s cheeks are sunken and sickly
she asks me if i know how much
a baggie costs; did she give you
too much money for gas?and you,
you are angry
and you scare the shit out of me.
i’m scared
i’m going to hate you, too.we are out shopping and
mom tells me she found
a needle in your desk drawer
as we pick out strawberries.i don’t know how to reach you.
when you shut your bedroom door
you shut me out, too
sometimes i fear your limbs
will grow into your bedsheets.i love you, don’t you understand
i love you?i flip through the channels at 2 am
and can’t watch cartoons even
though all i want is to laugh
because i know i will
cry insteadand i’m sorry, i’m so
sorry i don’t understandhow we can be from the same womb,
the same hands holding ours
as we crossed the street,
the same health ed class, the
same high school, the
same town, two different
worlds.it is the hardest thing to miss someone
who is still right in front of me.
there’s something to be said
for banging pots and pans
at two on a Tuesday
morning, the
dissonance of existence sounding
like gongs in the kitchenand our roommates
groan and beg
us to go
back to bed because
they can’t hear
our harmonies.
i reside in
what i don’t own
what isn’t home
what isn’t mine anymore.
i reach for hands
i once found shelter in,
i slip on my feet and
scrape the bottom of this
circulating stream.
i once sought structure
in the scattered.
i’m carried off
to go somewhere
i do not know
that isn’t mine
that isn’t home.
dear little egg, you’re
going to open your eyes
for the first time in a white
room, not knowing that
my childhood home is now
underwater. and when
you are older, i will let
you run in the back yard
without shoes on, but
you will never know the comfort
of sinking into healthy
soil. you will never understand
what it means to make a mark on
the earth that does not hurt
it.
seven years’ worth of leaves
will still be decaying, and
i will not know how to explain
where they came from.
i will not know how to explain
to you that other beings used to
live here, too, or
that there was once another planet
underneath a green canopy and
in autumn, the skies would
bathe in fire.