lamination gloss on the poolwater, concealing certificates of woven anklebones,
neon cyan contrived as fleeting gas station infatuation.
you’re turning your head, wringing your spine, all you ever wanted was to politely disagree with gravity
and all I ever did was let you.
expurgation: scrawling fresh wax onto our barren, barren backs.
features distorted, you can contort condensation but you can’t hold its hand.
what to do with these nomadic knuckles?
I’d cup your jaw but it might overflow.
I’d asphyxiate chlorination.
6 Comments
journal.scribbles
Wow this imagery is breathtaking... "all you ever wanted was to politely disagree with gravity / and all I ever did was let you." those lines gave me chills. You're such a talented poet, and I can't wait to read more of your work! Welcome to WtW!!!
Dmoral
you subtle alliteration, complex formatting, unique but beautiful diction......everything about this piece is truly amazing. i adore the blunt imagery that still has that abstract appeal and the way you eased the question into there.....brilliant. i adore the lines, " I’d cup your jaw but it / might overflow." seriously though, i love this
Caleb Urlacher
re: there you go haha. That's how you'll make some good friends on here. Everyone is really nice and open-minded.
I sent my review in. It should be approved soon.
Caleb Urlacher
you know I like it so much I'm gonna review it lol
Caleb Urlacher
and hopefully you know how to respond by now
basically you go to a piece from the person you are responding to and start with re:
if you need any help feel free to ask me
Caleb Urlacher
wow this is amazing. love your work. I will have to check it all out.