Paula Kolek
Dream Songs
I.
chiaroscuro lit thin
and young
i’m charged, the day charnging across my face
elastic behind my navel
to you, i’m pulled ---------------------------------------pink breath filling
my mouth my tongue
drowning in heat
my eyes tasting orange
what is it to seduce
wearing corded muscle on top of skin
cancelous bone like lace
limbic brained pleasure centered
shame-
less tender button
i rise from purpled actions
a dice roll
a magic eight
wake to rotating desire
II.
i know what a god’s anger is –
necklace of multicolored heads
snowflakes shivered to pieces
cacataleptic shadows
if only they listened
i would show them water
but they won’t won’t
[ they’ll never see it ]
only the inside of this damned cabin
wind whipping through splintered walls
and never a frying pan.
III.
i || yellow moth || girl wingéd
cover in yellowed field from winging bullets
my family
hunting me
i bend a tinfoil star round my head
[ my thoughts i own my eyes their eyes ]
when we fight, my father is hulking
fragile
i can take him
the anger in waves, the
< STOP TELLING ME I HAVE A NICE BODY >
tentacled maw gobbling mouths
blazing head decapitated red and fire
i can’t save the girl –
no savior i
save her i
can
not, she becomes food for them
and we are in the keeper’s hands
naked in the forest
monsters behind flat black trees
but mostly it is men
in plaid and hunting orange
Paula Kolek is a current MFA poetry candidate at the University of Miami and has recently had a monologue presented in The Krane’s production of Monologues Lingus. Her poems will be published in upcoming issues of Ditch and RECONSTRUCTION: Studies in Contemporary Culture.
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Dream Songs
I.
chiaroscuro lit thin
and young
i’m charged, the day cha
elastic behind my navel
to you, i’m pulled ---------------------------------------pink breath filling
my mouth my tongue
drowning in heat
my eyes tasting orange
what is it to seduce
wearing corded muscle on top of skin
cancelous bone like lace
limbic brained pleasure centered
shame-
less tender button
i rise from purpled actions
a dice roll
a magic eight
wake to rotating desire
II.
i know what a god’s anger is –
necklace of multicolored heads
snowflakes shivered to pieces
cacataleptic shadows
if only they listened
i would show them water
but they won’t won’t
[ they’ll never see it ]
only the inside of this damned cabin
wind whipping through splintered walls
and never a frying pan.
III.
i || yellow moth || girl wingéd
cover in yellowed field from winging bullets
my family
hunting me
i bend a tinfoil star round my head
[ my thoughts i own my eyes their eyes ]
when we fight, my father is hulking
fragile
i can take him
the anger in waves, the
< STOP TELLING ME I HAVE A NICE BODY >
tentacled maw gobbling mouths
blazing head decapitated red and fire
i can’t save the girl –
no savior i
save her i
can
not, she becomes food for them
and we are in the keeper’s hands
naked in the forest
monsters behind flat black trees
but mostly it is men
in plaid and hunting orange
Paula Kolek is a current MFA poetry candidate at the University of Miami and has recently had a monologue presented in The Krane’s production of Monologues Lingus. Her poems will be published in upcoming issues of Ditch and RECONSTRUCTION: Studies in Contemporary Culture.
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