Bruce Guenter CC
How all of our blood
crackles at once, my wrist
another blade riveted to
the moon’s whim. In the
garden, my palms distend, ready
for a finch to wire itself
to the flesh like a ghost,
to smoke it in a silk song.
Trees corkscrew themselves
from my shadow, untrimming
my touch. My body has
many ways of breathing in
beauty, & they all end
marbleized, with gravity puckering
the walls of my skin.
Portrait of A Lobotomized Woman, 1950
My skull threads itself into the wind’s
neck like a pearl. You, runted. The world chokes
unprecious beginnings. Sky begins
to shiver my fingertips to petals. You, runted
miracle. When the doctor’s hands warble
against my scalp, I keep my lips pressed
to this feeling, as my bones taper off
into a silhouette, as the light sharpens
my mouth to fit another tongue.
Alexa Theofanidis is a writer based in Houston, Texas. Her work either appears or is forthcoming in Birdcoat Quarterly, perhappened mag, Lunch Ticket, Rising Phoenix Review, and elsewhere. Currently, she reads poetry for COUNTERCLOCK Journal and serves as the co-Editor-in-Chief of her school's literary journal, Imagination.
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