Andromeda

I dreamed you

came to me

asking to tattoo the night sky

on my body

starting small, you

cut into me

and marked the constellations

across my skin

Pegasus on my pinkie

Cassiopeia on my collarbone

Lyra on my lip

Hydra on my heart

After that, you

Swept across me

Mapped the nebulae until

I was full

With no space left, you

cleared away your inks and left me

unfinished and incomplete –

a partial galaxy

Cleft

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In this half of my brain

I am
calm
serious
rational
emotionally responsible
rooted
in fact and
circumstance and

though there is also some sobering and permeating
disgust which creeps into my thoughts and eradicates my curiosity

I am content
I have not wondered
I have not wandered

but

the draught seeps through the cracks
under the door to the other half

I am trying to keep the door shut
as I lean with my back firmly
against it

but

the vibration from the other side
is tickling up my legs and
thundering through
barreling against my ribs

like pebbles kicked
through a drainpipe

I am full and empty
all at once
my insides fall away
I refill.

The other half is desire
thick and sweet
syrup
but also venom

It stops up the flow
of my life, and I am driven
by images
and want to knock down, and
push up the stairs

I lift fruit to my mouth and
suck the vinegar of rot
between my teeth

I laughed at the obvious daggers in men’s smiles
hubris smeared across my body like tar
desire is a false key
that opens nothing
cut my throat, why don’t you

 

tell me to listen, and I will
bite off your tongue