I’ve been ill for days now, and haven’t spoken to anyone outside of my family since Wednesday- please, oh loyal friends. Ask me a question.

She’s been lost in the wild
for a couple of days now
and her fingernails are
getting dirty. She turns
North and then East
without realising. She
walks in circles

She’s been lost for weeks
now, and she’s fashioned
a makeshift shelter. It’s just
the accidental collection of
twigs and leaves and hollowed
out dirt but it fits her body. She
might yet survive-

-Her skin is reddish-brown from
laying against the dust at night
and her fists are full of secrets.
She doesn’t see the wooden
decking feet from her toes

She’s been lost for about a month
and it’s getting cold now. The long
winter nights must be a chill on her
skin. Her dress is ripped to expose
tiny hairs, distinct pointillism across
her bare arms

her eyes trace lazy eights,
searching for a bigger infinity

An older woman steps down off the porch,
reaches out,
puts her hand on the shoulder of the girl
examining the meta-narrative
lost in the middle distance-
breaks the dream

-Darling, we’ve given you ten minutes, it’s getting cold, you’d better come inside now- you’ve been out there for hours- and what’s that you’ve done to your dress? oh karina, honest to God you’re a lost cause

1st Jun
You get in through the door
and you drop your keys on
the dresser. You head up
to your room, but it follows
right behind you. You close
that door, too. It stands
in the doorway, framed by
cheap, peeling paint, but
but but but but but You’re
Going To Be Fine


3rd Jun
You visit the therapist. He
recommends a new colour
of pills this month. It drifts
quietly alongside your ear    because
You’re Going To Be Fine


6th Jun
You curl up on the couch
watching daytime TV as
it hides behind the chair.
The adverts come on and
there’s a plastic lady selling
plastic smiles. It reaches
through your chest into
your lungs    and probes
                   with delicate
                          tender
                          loving fingers
                          a serrated caress
                          splintering your breath
                          ! —
nononono
nono
no

!.

no
You’re Going To Be Fine

//

18th Jun
You wake up one morning
and oh God, you’re not fine

and it hangs in the air
a roaring silent abyss shattering the air beside your bed

the light glances
at your .40
and you smile
in agreement

Rivet this soul
      to a body.
Grip me
from North and South

and   expand consciousness
like a gas   through my veins
diffusing my mind   into every  cell-

hold  my thoughts, replace
wine with water and air with    earth-

  only then
  will I become
         myself.

whisperedverse:

One day
we all shall be
beautifully penned memoirs
left lying open
to a quiet, cleansing rain.

(via poetdreamer)

I
My little finger reaches down,
disturbs the placid waters, a lure
pressing surface tension, promising
wrinkled treasure

there it is-
rolling majestically,
a lucid dream arching above the floor

I fit my fist beneath peak and trough,
surf my little finger on the base of the wave
and slide up the peak

intermission
the wall of water
splashes
against the end
of the plastic bathtub

II
I walk away
from the exhibit, seeking
“childish dreams”.

I
to me, you are
the angel deep in the canyon

fire girl, you are a shimmer
on the desert, a tangible
hallucinogen that rips
my tongue to taste
burnt skin

your smile has a gravity

II
“Hey, do you remember the
first time we met?”
                        You
can’t hear me. I don’t
want you to hear me,
please don’t hear me
because you’d leave
and I would care because
      I’d be broken, like a
      ripped shirt folded
                flat on
                the bed,
                you’d take
                your body
                from inside
                and leave-

your shed skin,
my heart

so I mourn now

III.
you extract my heart through my lungs-
do you see what I would become?