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call me tigress of wicked tongue,
starving since the day i was born.
[ i was named for a goddess, the mother of suns. ]
give me ram-horned athenian girls
who kiss with pride clenched between
their teeth. give me white seraphim
warriors, their touch like napalm,
burning and burning.
[ i die fearlessly, like sunset, like phoenix. ]
give me blood and entrails
and dark fire-glass knives.
cut me your beating heart, spill
your life on my temple floors.
[ i am the volcano and i demand sacrifice. ]
starving since the day i was born.
[ i was named for a goddess, the mother of suns. ]
give me ram-horned athenian girls
who kiss with pride clenched between
their teeth. give me white seraphim
warriors, their touch like napalm,
burning and burning.
[ i die fearlessly, like sunset, like phoenix. ]
give me blood and entrails
and dark fire-glass knives.
cut me your beating heart, spill
your life on my temple floors.
[ i am the volcano and i demand sacrifice. ]
Literature
water signs. (cancer, scorpio, pisces)
i. tidal
Cancer boy we spent nights star-gazing
in the constellations rippled across the
surface of the local lake, its black glass
face fractured by our pebbles, our laughter
ringing out as meteor showers, i thought we
could move the stars, but we were as temporary
as an eclipse. the lake holds the sky as if we
were never there shaking our fists at fate, our
love was written in the stars, our divide in the
winter solstice. it’s funny how light-years seem
so minute from a distance, how miles seem so
vast up close, my dear moon-beam boy.
ii. anemone
Scorpio beauty, spinning in the mid-summer rain,
hair all cnidarian, mouth all
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Aries
You were born in thought,
a fragment of a dream
but even then
I loved you.
Knit from bone
you became whole
a sweet revelation
in my own rebirth.
You opened
as I closed
my breath cast into the quiet
burning bush.
-D.E.M
Literature
in retrograde
here again i name myself an elegy for soft.
the ghosts unstitching their mouths–
impossible inevitable inconsequence.
the remainder. the echo. the wake.
pared to the bone, marrow unraveled;
a web of stars racked to the machine. soft;
you dead dreamweaver. threaded-needle-tongue.
here again this slingshot orbit cups an untouched moon.
claim yourself new. become untouchable. you remember:
this reassembly, this reinvention of choice.
become a fist pressed to the apex.
cut the compass out of your mouth.
soft; unspeak yourself again. you remember:
this funeral sacrament of a stopgap creed,
vacant planet unspun to wire–
clear th
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unpolished poem. tossed this out quickly because i write to procrastinate. why do i always write instead of studying for physics exams? why do i do this to myself?
unpolished poem. tossed this out quickly because i write to procrastinate. why do i always write instead of studying for physics exams? why do i do this to myself?
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