1/6/2018 Poetry by Janette Schafer Carolina Tarré CC
Bottom There is always a never again-- a scraping of the knee to the floor a clutch of desperate arms around the mid-thigh, eyes wetting the pubis with repentant tears. String Theory A spool of deep indigo curls in my hand, the kind of blue one feels in their joints, their sinew. Unraveling in my fingers, the thread stretches across the country, the ocean, a continent. My insides are a tangle and you are pulled away from me, fingertips bleed, clasp the fraying fibers. Finally, I am altogether undone, a whisper in your distant palm. An Invocation Light is something that can be heard, pierces the duodenum, gathers in the belly-- whispers. whispers. whispers. Reaches with skeletal hand into the heart and now I am burning, one with the flame’s aura. dance. flicker. shimmer. Golden white, I see the Being inside-- Fire sentient, connects time, we become one. I listen. I am listening. Bio: Janette Schafer is a playwright, poet, and opera singer from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She is a 2017 awardee of the Maenad Fellowship in writing through Chatham University and a 2015 awardee of the Arts MODE Fellowship through New Sun Rising LLC for playwriting and experimental theater. Recent and upcoming publications appear in Calamus Journal; Zany Zygote Review; Eyedrum Periodically; Nasty Women & Bad Hombres; The Woman, Inc.; B. E. Literary Journal; Big Lit International Writing Festival; Chatham University broadsides. Comments are closed.
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