My chest cleaved in half
last night and my two shoulders lie
on different sides of the bed. Lamplight
watering the river-flow of blankets. There is
a cavity a cavernous pit drawing
down my stomach warping my hands.
Scorpions huddled round my feet. Tell me
there is a caravan on its way a forensic
team coming to draw me together. Picking
pieces from the four corners of
every sea hoping the wind will blow back and
bring everything in. There is one ending and it is
extinction god pouring water from his mouth
god cracking boulder-mounts like I
break bark from branch god hungry
god tired god laying weary on the sky. Hair
falling back like hanging-rope are we all
so tired weariness passed from skin
to skin. On the bed my hands lay flat,
palms up the middle of me is empty.
Watching the Blue
So the days keep going. I wake when the sun has nothing
on the sky. When it is swallowed
by a weeping black, the whole thing
creeping towards an hour where it can be seen,
as we all do.
And the sky. I know
we used to pray to it. And, yes, I look up
when I ask God to do his damn job already. But I see birds fly
and hope they fall—
hope they forget the wind-beat of wings
and sink the way I do, in unblessed water. It’s not fair
they get to hold the sky while everyone
The whole world is unblessed water. I used to crawl
into my closet as a kid, tuck myself
underneath my longest dress, tulle a wall
against my nose. These days, to sit in my closet,
I have to move all my shoes
or sit on them. I think, Why do I have all these shoes?
I dream I’m a monster with a million feet,
stepping and stepping.
I don’t mean to want destruction. But
some days, I carry my plate to the sink
and imagine: I throw it at the wall; I let my heels cut raw
on the shards; I tend to them.
I don’t know the point to this. I always set
the plate down gently.
I don’t hate the sky all the time.
I like watching the blue, watching
the birds (when I’m not angry), tracing
the clouds’ end-sought trawl. I just don’t like seeing things
too big to bring down.
Adina Polatsek is a writer from Houston, Texas. She is currently studying at the University of Texas at Austin and has poetry and fiction published or forthcoming with Apricity Magazine, Soundings East Magazine, Welter, Hothouse, Ligeia Magazine, The Orchards Poetry Journal, and Moot Point Magazine.