a strange day there's this feeling I get, that i compare to the first day of kindergarten i carried ravens on my head, the schoolyard filled with goldfinches i watched trees be free in the breeze swings anticipating the feeling of gravity mind like a ferris wheel in the corner, a plugged incubator showed me life, was a warm lavish classroom reeking of glitter and glue i plunged my fist wrist-deep inside the paste left it there, enjoying its thickness in my palm, between my fingers that feeling of the lapis sky whizzing by as i finally felt the earth beneath my feet, the core inside the sun a feeling of heat when i felt my neatly tucked passion, floating in space singing sunbeams down my crown i tied love notes on balloons set it off into the smog hoping someone would respond, to justify this life the tender rip the birds don't wake me they're just liquid in captivity a murmur of cascades inside the cochlea, where you've pitched a tent I can smell you deep inside my throat like tiny whores who live next door i stay awake in hopes to hear their song some beige funeral that can make me turn a shade of chatter a quiet song to put the voices back to bed but oceans outside buzz with sirens and as i lay asleep i feel my arms wrapped round what feels like you so with my open mouth i bite chunks off you smile and reciprocate cause love is symbiotic and must divide itself in equal parts polygynous in dreams man takes many forms they attach themselves on skin and hatch in veins... birthed at first invisible eventually in ether consuming parts gone missing long before this genocide they spindle you as damp feasts hung high in some barren tree they've come to watch dark eyes in hands planets in the skull those marbles watch me writhe it kills my mind that sting holds steady gripping tunnels yes, just like that pull me in inject your fire send me off make me stay awake in dreaming ...and pay no mind to all the screaming drag me out guide words to screen build upon things inside your mouth translate drones and swallow down pills taste the bitter on your tongue and push your lever down my channel spit at the night and remind yourself that it’s all ridiculous so weave me like thread and spin me into warmness Bio: Ingrid is a Salvi refugee residing in Historic Filipinotown. Her work has been featured in Leste Mag, Electric Cereal, Drunk Monkeys, velvet-tail, amongst others…Her third full-length poetry book 'Zenith' is out now through Editions Du Cygne. She writes through guided ethos or some fleeting alien-hand syndrome and tries to make the jumbled mess in her head, into verse. She hopes it resonates.
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Loree
2/10/2017 10:14:00 am
I love being inside her words while I'm reading her work! They're beautiful!
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