ANDRINIKI MATTIS

 

                                     


HOW TO DISSOCIATE          COMPLETELY


                        1.
      i am the timed exposure
                                                           
                                                ticking  

                                                                                    trying to hold
                                                                                                                        in

                                                                                                            the right amount                      of light

                                                                                                                       
                                                                                                                        to appear         whole

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           
2.
no words come
                                    only the aftermath                 
           
                                                                                    this body
                                   

 

& i must wear the clothes
                                    & ironed smile
                                    without filling to the brim with saltwater
           
           

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                3.
                                                not daring to reveal a portal                to the many rivers within
                                                                                                                                                            rippling          
                                               
                                                                                                                                                            for every pebble thrown
                       
           

& never be       caught in yellow tape  throwing caution
           
                        to the chalkline of a body on quick pavement
           

 

to those dressed in animosity                         told to bear an expendable body
                       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                        4.
                                                                        not be taken by streets  
                                   
                                                that no longer resemble           my home

                                   

 

                        & forget
                                                           
                                                            how quick i can be filleted
                                                                                                             for flowering wild          over the contours
                                                                                                                                                                        that outline each day

 

                                                           
                                                                       

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                       
                                                                       

 

                                                                                                5.
                                                                 unwire this brillo from my mouth
                                   

                                                               undo the off switch under my eyelids
                                                                       
                                                                      hold me under a soft light
                                   
                                                                       & caress this underbelly
                                   
                                                                        until i am ripe enough
                                                                                 
                                                                                      to drop

                                                           
                                                                                   

                                                                into the course hands of the world

 

                                                                                                      

 

      

 

                                   

 

 

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