***
hunting
ingredients
I’d already gathered
took
half as long
the second time
though I did have to find
another fish
with eyeballs big enough
to insert a straw into.
***
in the astral
I did it
(she did it)
but it took
(it took her)
two straws in my mouth
two eyes
over two fires
to give myself
the perspective
of where my mind needed to move
but I did it
(she did it)
I walked into
an astral plane
and the funniest thing was
I no longer needed
toes to balance
(so random, so funny)
or fingers to feel
or ears to hear
but I could hear
and feel
and stand
on something
like rock
and I don’t think
words can explain it
but Clarissa,
it was like
I moved
the way a river flows hypnotic
I talked
the way you wake from a dream
where you were five people at once
but awake
you can’t figure out how you held
five thoughts together
it’s like
knowing the choreography to a dance
that requires two wings
but trying to do the dance without them
it’s like how
kicking a violet hipping
sounds odd
but kicking a hipping violet
sounds less odd
it’s like,
in the astral plane,
the first hipping makes sense
and the other one doesn’t,
it’s like
a lack of wings
is how you move
it’s like
hard to imagine not having
five
separate
thoughts
in your head
it’s like
the hypnotic ate the river
and you reached out
and flew.
Jordyn Saelor 