Apricity Press Issue 2 March 2017 | Page 46

{ smoldering horizons

with babies pierced on agave spines}

{ after some gentle tugging a nipple comes off in my fingers it grows back

there is no bottom half to me }

{ i have to go back to seventh grade

and take a math class }

{ my hands are the spiders }

{ you ask me to hold your baby

it turns into spiders }

everyone knows and I am very embarrassed

of those spiders

{ i see a cyclone coming in closer closer }

I feel like apologizing

{ I feel like apologizing }

nothing that bad ever really happened to me no but it did

it just didn’t happen

{ like this } exactly

there were men men with pliers for hands

when it really happened

you have to go through it again

amygdala sings to a lonely cortex

how does it keep happening which is when when is the never

I have no reason to believe this isn’t { simulation }

but why then all this sweat

cold believe me i know how bad it is taking it’s taking

still