A girl is born
then twisted, unfolds
a gluttonous body, popping
each beachball moon
into a wide yellow mouth.
Once, I could
peel back the face of a planet
like a clementine or sit
in a creek & abstract,
clip crayfish to skin, unlatch
chitin. When I was bent into a body
again, a resistance:
Mary’s face on a wall,
smiling. My body itself, cathedral
or gatherings of glass.
How to fight embodiment? Expand
against embrace, shake radiation like a dog,
strip, condense, reconfigure.
Swallowing each lonely sun,
atomize into
the desert: a rock, a bird, an endless
moon & a pleading
to rise to rise to rise
then twisted, unfolds
a gluttonous body, popping
each beachball moon
into a wide yellow mouth.
Once, I could
peel back the face of a planet
like a clementine or sit
in a creek & abstract,
clip crayfish to skin, unlatch
chitin. When I was bent into a body
again, a resistance:
Mary’s face on a wall,
smiling. My body itself, cathedral
or gatherings of glass.
How to fight embodiment? Expand
against embrace, shake radiation like a dog,
strip, condense, reconfigure.
Swallowing each lonely sun,
atomize into
the desert: a rock, a bird, an endless
moon & a pleading
to rise to rise to rise
|
Lila Rosen (she/her) is a poet from Norfolk, VA, but is currently based in Providence, RI. Her work has appeared in Ghost City Review and Moonstone Arts Center. You can find her on the banks of the nearest river.
|
