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Experiment: Variable Constant

October 13, 2017

 

You finally fell in love, I see.  

– Salo  

B. 

 

to tear himself apart. It came to me  

in a dream I forgot;  

 

a misplaced postcard, where I tore  

myself together, part  

 

by part. Outside the ship, sirens choired,  

their mouths rang like harbors, offering 

 

 

C. 

 

safe silence. You came to me in  

 

a life I forgot; a displaced dream,  

where we danced behind our eyes  

to stay warm in the trembling blue  

sunset exhaling goodbye to us 

  

in a bed we didn’t share, but where 

I stayed awake to your hypnagogic  

quivers; a buried impulse  

from when we were made  

 

 

D.  

 

of loud noises. It came to you a replaced memory;  

an ocean losing its estuary. I have been  

 

a problem, these moments convulsed  

at your delving into my math,   

organs trade with numbers, numbers  

 

count your fingers handling the small,  

metal rib you were told you were made from 

 

from me, you can stab it 

back into my stomach, reassemble,  

as some watcher in the sky follows you  

 

sketching my retinas –us trading eyes is too  

graphic– we press tongues, I catch  

 

your laughter in my mouth, my tears 

on your lipcusp: our faces made 

pornographic for no one else’s  

 

pleasure, the glances we sneak each other  

as God, away, looks back,  

 

 

A.  

 

rapt. I came to you in a vision  

 

you didn’t believe. I told you  

the fictions of your life as they found  

 

the nons, I taught you to see your future as  

 

if it weren’t already set (but it is). The slow  

seconds of inhaling, cells conspiring  

 

to unmake you, the past dreams  

 

of darkness where a star will  

one day shine: a mother, a father,  

 

a child, feeling the years brink  

 

(or bless) on meaninglessness  

as Huygens descends. Salo begins

 

 

 

Ella Flores is an M.F.A. candidate at Northern Michigan University. She is an associate poetry editor for Passages North and has poems published/forthcoming at Cider Press Review, Fifth Wednesday, and Foothill Journal.

 

 

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