Landscape: the disseminating body between my toes the rip tide swollen ankles vacuumed out towards loss the whitestone bridge at dusk caught in the crablegs of this inner knowledge
i’ve awakened the house in my gut and into time the cartilage like the horseshoe crab seeps blueish the counter argument to change out sky for water or to sip the sky without judgement if i could still touch you i would the ash now resin the sudden shoal turned upwards how to hide the beach in my ribcage compact the yellow ornament and sand
black cancer woven into nightmare and sunset woven into the bits of tree i remember from childhood swing toilet room that you left without whispers the groans the owls come for you spitting magma and white shell into my hands the groans remain in transformation the in between sounds of form shock the rage out the salt the canker sore blood rushed from face to bone scattered among the angels
Cornelia Barber is a New York writer. In her duel writing and healing work she investigates lineage, intimacy, race and the psychic and physical ecologies of people, plants, places and animals. Her work can be found in Prelude, The Felt, Berfrois, Fanzine, The Poetry Project Newsletter, Entropy,Weird Sister and more. Her manuscript "Of Mouth And River" was nominated as a Tarpaulin Sky book award Semi-Finalist. She is an editor at Queen Mobs Teahouse. You can read her blog Poetry Rituals: here https://poetry-rituals.tumblr.com/