“Sport” & “Disassociation”
→ PUBLISHED IN ISSUE NO. 24: FALL/WINTER 2019
Sport
Disassociation
I have no self
so I look
into my latte
without self
here
drowning inside
this reflection
lies my real self
the one rippling
the one
staring at me
back
I exist
in the corner
of each and every
room
in airports
where all my leaves
are kept
in the foldings
of my bags
in the palms
where my lines
rest
I stretch
this skin
for a longer
day
I spread
this body
for a larger
gain
the heart
is in list
tick
tock
groceries
laundries
obituaries
tick
tock
my father
is back
on facebook
typing
hello
hi
how r u
plz relax
I am staring
without shame
at this scene
turning slowly
naked
turning fully
white
I am eating
from my hands
the snow
while it’s still
fresh
the sky
gives what
my throat
needs
all my friends
are so far away
they are no longer
alive
on this hike
there is a deer
feeding
on decay
from under
the snow
turns to stare
at me
with no alarm
with a mouth still
in chew
how could it
not have seen
not have run
from all
my bodies
gathering
around it
in hunt
