OMEGA | Rhiannon Collett

19 Sep Rhiannon Collett

Posted at 14:41h in Poetry by Ashley Opheim

FACTORY

33 inches over nipples
bust 26

Do Not Escalate
i am always capitalizing
but your name was
Gratuitous

she saw you in the courtyard
my measuring stick
slick with love like
fake blood like
garbage bags like
goodness

if you’re tired of walking
walk backwards

REPLY GRACIOUSLY TO THE THING

i rip you to fibres
& knit a hat for my father
i weave you in my teeth
& feed you to my brood

my mother tells me to retain my mercy
to not forget grace but

i split you, stories
i papier
i mâcher, marcher
my tongue up & over your lips
up & over your teeth
up & over your frenulum
frisson / glisten
up & over & up & over
i have always moved quickly

lightning stagnation
when i spell your name wrong there is no-one to correct me

knit one more row
one more decrease
then prepare for crown

SEPTEMBER 10 2016

the lake stretched out
yawned and turned over
ochre / still, then –

holy, holy

the elk floated in
lily-pads & duck weed hung thick
their fur like unknown forests

the first elk bit my fingers
so i opened
[ i fear pain ]
then another and another
i opened, i opened
they stepped upon me
holy
they went upstairs
holy
they said their prayers
holy,
they slept

the final elk broke through the waters
bluelit, damp & steaming
[ still ]
i opened and felt
the click of completion
the glorious moment
when you cannot see the wrong