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The Black Hole Vicinity by seanna, literature
Literature
The Black Hole Vicinity
My pulse no longer beats
in tune with every honk
and my feet are out of place
with your walk;
I can barely keep up.
This city numbs my very bones
and I write but cannot talk;
the words keep freezing in my mouth.
I shuffle and shiver,
grinding my teeth at night,
while every other cog
is moving, moving, moving
and I am fully stopped.
The Man Who Would Chase Winter by seanna, literature
Literature
The Man Who Would Chase Winter
A man who tore at my mind
like a half-forgotten dream;
pieces of ideas burning,
tugging my thoughts to him as a child.
For a moment, the present would not exist;
our world of dreams more real
than the world around me. Another gift
from him to me.
I remember late phone calls,
strung together as lanterns;
the only thing
that brightened the winter in my heart.
I was a risk not many would have taken,
with tears caught in my throat
and a howling in my head.
You gave me air
when I couldn't find my lungs
but love isn't a respirator.
I still have tears trapped in my throat
and I gasp for air occasionally
but the howling has grown faint.
Sometimes
volcanic glass by cockv, literature
Literature
volcanic glass
latin can not describe the electricity
of blue veins suspended in cala lily skin. they fan out,
protazoic, dormant beneath a sea of iced flesh.
i grip the sink, peroxide strands of kelp washing up
on the banks of my shoulders like
the white-gold sunshine
that would prism behind your chinook arch
with all the beauty of a nuclear winter.
for the transplant of my frontal lobe
to the heaven above his stratus comforter, instructions
have been written. next time he is carried in on a foen wind i am to
one, stand very still
two, present my brain to the sky
and three,
wait for the apricots
of sunrise to settle
into the overcast of his
