Poem: “My Will to Power Skeleton” 2021
I am your deer antler gelatin girl,/
Dusted in powdered peonies and licorice;/
I give you a kiss./
There are stories of blood stasis/
Stuck in my bones,/
Of malevolent winds that unfurl/
And make a tornado pulse in my heartbeat./
I am pinned to the erotic map of symmetry,/
A butterfly’s poignant sexuality on display,/
Sucking apricot kernels clean,/
My love language ginseng./
Needles are directed divinity,/
Reverberating splendidly/
In the iron will of my delicately confused musculature./
Suspended art, I tell the doctor of my woe./
She senses the ice blocking my flow./
Mysteriously, death was so enamored/
That deep cold has manifested in my bones,/
Sticky, blood clotted creases in the folds/
Of my will to power skeleton./
The doctor awakens the sleeping flesh,/
Spiked into the radiating depths,/
Herbs whispering in molecular tongues:/
The muscles come undone as/
I rise from the dead in an unfamiliar alignment./
The nurses throw petals above my head/
And chart out the calendar of my body’s blooming. /
The doctor and I dream of babies growing like sunflowers,/
Sunshine embroidered upon velvet.
