EVOLUTION

Joyce Chong

 

scene i.
you:
sinking teeth
into lies
and smiling
with those
interstellar lips.

 

tell me, how do I
dissect your mind,
how do I free this tether
soldered to my chest?

 

scene ii.
flesh grasping
atomic opposition,
molecules finding distance
against the grain of our palms.

 

we sear constellations
into skin, make maps
of one another.

 

scene iii.
drowning:
this molten sound
in my mind, a livid
scar of a lung,
a breakable part
of my body;
I am bone
entirely
snapped.

 

this is you,
discarding
snake skin
shelled off
the body,
spilled.

 

scene iv.
we bury the ruins
in the ocean floor,
unpinning ourselves
from the shore,
lungs full of sand
and oil, the air
a raw, new thing.

 

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