Chelsea Dingman — The Monarch Review
Barbarisms – Chelsea Dingman
Monday, February 29, 2016 11:55 — 0 Comments
No one wants to take the coffin-born fetus from the barn. From between the mare’s legs. They lay in tandem, their deaths a pact between bodies. Here, where all love ends in a gasp of cold air. In a house that knows only this cruel season. While I wait behind wood stalls and glass windows to see what becomes of a body. While I mouth the wrong names for gods. For another stillborn child, as my body stayed warm. As I was able to push her towards dying. As I kissed her slick forehead, blue eyelids. Perhaps, dream and memory […]
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
