3 by Melissa broder
SKELETON GLITTER The creepers are of the brain variety The creepers are all me Creep on me Hello god Why can't I be good Shadow of the baby Redemption of the soft friend She said she would never Leaving me I walk through the wrong door Pressed head and nothing is enough I am looking for ways to get out I am investigating And I do remember the sky I remember living up If only I was blanked The ground would give me a hug Come in and wolf me Enter the chambers and be them Shipwreck and bathe in blank We are talking serious baptism And I know where not to go And I know where not to go And I run right to that place And it's gleaming POWER EMPTY Night comes Never alone Nothing stands in for nothing Everything is the same thing Still I think there is a better Nothing is coming to rescue me from the something God always here Always ready for the heart rescue I believe in god But I don't want to do god's What if I can't get enough What if I am sucking and the straw is dry I am sucking and sucking Little crinkles of honey come up Dried honey Old Change straws Drop the straw Go to the nipple Go to nothing Go with courage Don't go Just sit Here YOUNG DUST My mouth and bones are not mine Neither is the end of the world I think I broke myself on something I can’t remember what Broken born broken born What do I remember? I remember everything I pretend I saw nothing The light was good But real If I could make the real disappear I would Then what to build? I’d build nothing So why be born? I don't know Why be broken? The whole |
MELISSA BRODER is the author of three collections of poems, most recently SCARECRONE (Publishing Genius 2014). Poems appear or are forthcoming in The Iowa Review, POETRY, Fence, The Missouri Review, Guernica, et al. She has a cult following of 13k teen girls and a few adults on Twitter, and lives in Venice, CA. |