Phase Locking

Phase Locking

written by: ilex fenusova

@ilex.oeleven

I think that if I had bared my skin to another heaven

things might have turned out differently.

I wouldn’t be using red shifts

to count notches, minutes, seconds, breaths.

I wouldn’t be using your orbit as a compass.

and in the meantime I doze half-in

half-out of primordial water;

limbs sleek with salt like a lunar crust.

clutches of lichen tangle my hair.

the pleiades were gods,who,

weary of us, molted from their human encumbrances,

taking to the sky;

faint and unfettered by our inadequate maps

and rural mythologies.

still, they only know what we tell them.

pyramids were built for such things.

feathered serpents rumbled and uncoiled

commemorating the agriculture of our subtext.

who knows through what dust their gazes now sluice.

me, I lie very still at some event horizon

with legs submerged to the knee,

belly glistening like a pale cave fish.

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Ilex Fenusova

Was one of the founding members of the Dallas Poets Community in the late 80s/early 90s, now called the DPC. Was accepted to the Squaw Valley Writers Conference at age 19. Workshopped with Brenda Hillman, Mark Doty, Joe Ahearn, Sheryl St. Germain among others. Enjoy live readings and performing poetry as well. Was a featured reader at the Dallas Museum of Art.

Should have kept a Rolodex of publications but hindsight is 20/20. Items seen here have not been published before.

Latest posts by Ilex Fenusova (see all)

• (postcards) - May 6, 2017
• Phase Locking - April 18, 2017
• On The Tundra (for M.B. and H.K.) - March 29, 2017