(postcards)
written by: ilex fenusova
@ilex.oeleven
it was not through
cracked ochre veneer-
your eyes of clay-
a lark took leave.
you are not terracotta.
you are not a carved spell.
I keep stone missiles
in case I meet
your acupuncture puzzle.
if stimulating one point is good
then arousing many with force
must be better, right?
what’s under your feet
is alien to you
yet I’d made my home there.
I took the measurements between us
with the palms of my hands:
a coin
a reservation
a photograph.
mosaic distal-
and I am fractured now.
your horses gleam
and so did I
but I don’t know how to tell you
you can’t use obsidian
to heal a broken heart
astromancers; sleek, scarring,
next time will shatter
before they crack.
sitting in the middle of European leaves
might be just enough
to let me go
warm me enough
to make me move
ice caps, ptarmigan, andromeda.
push me to click another hour.
event horizon, a midnight sun,
bear-fur lining.
teach me how to get away
a cablecar
a candlestick
too much patience.
Should have kept a Rolodex of publications but hindsight is 20/20. Items seen here have not been published before.
- (postcards) - May 6, 2017
- Phase Locking - April 18, 2017
- On The Tundra (for M.B. and H.K.) - March 29, 2017
