Baby called me Rusalka,
having the same number of syllables as my name.
Moonlight tossed me in a river to awake
fins from my toenails
to bird-sing to the handsome until I am unalone
mortality, mortality
as clean as the banks of a landfill.
Our child would nap in a basket of ripe fruit
strung to a willow and birch
description of me, “perpetually wet from something”
or alexandrite
golden by dusk though with a jade sunburn;
hair so long
would *** a rainforest’s feet if it had a pair.
Suicide on the tip of one’s tongue
now saltwater buoyant on the roof of a mouth
I was out of wedlock,
mother anchored my wrists with tangly fieldroots
right below our old tire swing
and
Baby simply meant I touch
everyone with my laugh, and it makes them dead.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
Baby called me Rusalka,
having the same number of syllables as my name.
Moonlight tossed me in a river to awake
fins from my toenails
to bird-sing to the handsome until I am unalone
mortality, mortality
as clean as the banks of a landfill.
Our child would nap in a basket of ripe fruit
strung to a willow and birch
description of me, “perpetually wet from something”
or alexandrite
golden by dusk though with a jade sunburn;
hair so long
would *** a rainforest’s feet if it had a pair.
Suicide on the tip of one’s tongue
now saltwater buoyant on the roof of a mouth
I was out of wedlock,
mother anchored my wrists with tangly fieldroots
right below our old tire swing
and
Baby simply meant I touch
everyone with my laugh, and it makes them dead.
