already turning day again,
we at the top of the world
rotate facing our star.
skye cum down praise the light
ashen-faced hands of clouds
lit from within alabaster
how can we dream if it is never night?
how do you stray, untraceable?
a bit-coin--you just appear
nimble torso of dawn
are you grateful goddess, for swift wifi and summer storms?
perpetually cold and awake
| white lines |
hazardous into constant morning
you stream into me sans the network of dreams
across the road from my house
a limping dog sang of sorrows
I wanted to begin his life again
so I shot him
and laid on cement
his blood stinging my skin
for hours long
I picked the heron
off the sand
I pulled out
until it was
a snake in the garage tonight
as i was slipping outside for a smoke
by the rose garden, and like any other
terrestrial serpent it languished
slowly to the kudzu, a press here
and there, of its body on the still
far away, a whole universe
trembles like a cold pigeon
If I die in the sweaty white car today promise you'll carve into my bones
Promise that you'll polish my 12 gleaming sentries until the moon shines against the guardians of my lungs
Promise you'll inscribe the letters of my wandering soul upon those bones that carried me
I could never thank you for your labor.
and I've already traveled so far in these nights it seems like my bones would know my unmaker singing and rattling the way bones do in the wind like a bottle tree trembling with gravity
you could sharpen a point on the end of my femur and defend yourself from assailants
you could use me forever.
artistry and cutlery a joint proposition.
and you could remember when I told you about the time it rained so hard I could feel the pelting rain on my scapula and spine. the time it monsooned and I thought if I died someone could use my frame to build a bone raft
but now I know that I want my bones striped in maroon berry paint.
I think I should have always been strange like that. a skeletal leper
a striped interior
SASHA KLUPCHAK is a filmmaker, poet, and academic exploring the relationship between film and body-history. In her free time, she draws snakes & orbs, and eats melons of all kinds.