Recent Post

- 4 days ago

RT @meaganmasterman: "Every woman a political prisoner." - Diane DiPrima.
h J R

- 4 days ago

RT @meaganmasterman: Been thinking about this quote constantly since the @metatronpress reading of "Revolutionary Letters" more than a year…
h J R

- 4 days ago

RT @metatronpress: 🔸We are (gasp!)… HIRING!🔸 Metatron Press is seeking a part-time Publishing Assistant for a 10-month-long contract. Appl…
h J R

- 5 days ago

RT @micaela_poetry: she’s a 10 but also a poet
h J R

OMEGA | Alex McGill
post-template-default,single,single-post,postid-1892,single-format-standard,ajax_fade,page_not_loaded,,qode-theme-ver-6.3,wpb-js-composer js-comp-ver-5.0.1,vc_responsive

Alex McGill

01 Oct Alex McGill



my body opened and then closed,
untrusting and undeserving

on bike rides I let my mind wander
ahead of me across the pavement

I let metal press into my peach legs
until bruises dot the insides of my knees

I want to touch you the way I do fruit
in the grocery store

testing ripeness, readiness
are you sad? do you miss me?

I can’t stop crying in public and
it’s embarrassing

each day I wake up
so abruptly, calm interrupted

mourning light streaking
softly across my pillows

reminding me how
I opened to you like a wound

I write letters
and address them to you

I can’t remember what
there is to love about me

I’m in my bed alone
I’m waiting to scab





I am infinity

I am barely holding on
bare skin and bared knuckles
the air finally feels cool on my neck

but I’m still suffocating
under this weight that won’t lift

I hold my breath and my head under water
until I almost inhale it
claw myself to the surface for relief
suspend myself, weightless

my ears are submerged and all I can do is

loneliness in my whole body
I am the sun, loneliness orbits
gravitational pull
I am my own galaxy
map my stars, my skin a constellation

I am the river to your late summer rainfall
downpour overflowing
slipping through me until I’m not sure
I can feel you, sinking to my depths

a piece of me is lost and I can’t find it

I am a tiny speck
I wish I could submerge for all time
cease to exist except as a particle

a speck of salt in the endless water
a grain of sand worn down by
years of wave patterns and tidal shifts

I am a tide that is shifting
I want to be part of the ecosystem


Alex McGill is a writer and editor living and working in Toronto. She is also the Online Editor of Normale Magazine.

More Recent Posts