Sentient Beings
We’ve
been throwing stones
at
our blurry resemblance
for
so long.
Screaming it to run off,
Screaming it to run off,
waiting to watch it surrender
for good.
We’ve
been making marks
with
hard stuff
on
the earth too long
and
there’s no end to finding
endless eyes, toes, burning,
or
forgetting--
seeing
the stars is not
feeling them.
We’ve
been talking about transcending
our
mode of travel--
We’ve
been dying on the earth too long
and
missing the middle path
between
mother and father,
who
after all
spent
twenty years detaching,
for
that purpose.
And
we’ve been staring back
at
our near-blind resemblance
for
so long.
Pleading it to run off
waiting to watch it surrender
for good.
We’ve been calling the tongue our
angel,
We’ve been calling the tongue our
animal,
We’ve been mixing up love and prey--
We’ve
been appearing on the earth too damn long.
Alexandra Kulik
My work has appeared in K'in, Maudlin
House, Punch Drunk Press, Bayou Magazine, Nthanda Review, and Black Fox
Literary Magazine, among others.
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Poetry