new poems for second post (honors pathway)

i)

I guess my

bleeding is evergreen dry

is mine

 

(it’s also my dry)

 

I guess I’m

disintegrating under the sun

her voices pierce

through the air

naked wounded, air

easily pursed though

and directly towards

me and suddenly

the flesh that withers

alone in the mass

 

(isolation.)

 

They laugh

at my strides

“You-”

“too old to not walk properly”

 

“Huh- (You-)”

“I swim (with my

 

(disintegrating?)

 

cells and particles)”

 

 

ii)

 

“Where did that little girl go?”

 

I ripped off the first layer of skin and

showed her the inside

 

and told her that there would be more

to be seen and to come

to her, where is nothing

 

she ripped off the next layer of skin and

tried to see what’s to be seen and to come

tried to meet me

there, where is nothing and

 

the blades and edges of blades poke in

there, where is nothing and complete

 

“How does the blade feel?”

 

the bent blade flowed between the flare

crushed the phloem and

pushed into the veins to meet

or kill?

 

“Shut up”

 

She touched off with some fingers and

smiled and said we’d keep going till the last

layer of the

skin(hmm?), where is the bottom

 

I slapped my face and

her face too and made sure that her face

faces my face and so they meet

there, where is the bottom of

 

the blades and edges of blades grovel along

there, where is the bottom of bottom

 

“Has that little girl revived”