poetry – Page 11 – Jordyn Saelor

is Superman coming

I had a dream where the fate strings just ran in a circle. Three of them, braided in a cord, just threads, really, sage green, gold and red-brown–and they just spun in a circle like a ferris wheel you could never get off

flap your wings

I said I want to defy gravity but practically, what does that look like? Well. Let’s make a list of the facts: I became a witch, which very few

raise your hands

all that rises someday dies, where does this leave us, should we cry, head must conquer guilt and shame heart must seek power and fame

praises

the spirit and I parted like a lightning bolt leaving a cloud—I screamed bloody thunder while my insides

22- I lied,

of course I did. I said I broke up my tyrant heart like a planet, like all the little bits of me (stomach, lungs, skin) warred

I trips

The spirit and I got along fine. One time, I cried for a whole day while the spirit experimented

iowioieoiagjoa ;ajao;i

having a spirit possess you was pretty boring, actually. After the initial confusion where they screamed about being dragged to a material world

Maybe

this all rises from the root of childhood. The very foundation of understanding I built before conscious awareness, in order to make sense of the world.

I could be queen forever

screw karma screw consequence screw action and affiliation and strings of fate leading me blindly along to some divine end, screw

21- spirit

The thing is, humans of my time talked about heart versus head to represent feeling