“the woods found within this body”
-from Half of What They Carried Flew Away,
Andrea Rexilius*
my trust issues a clog
in my heart spell
small blisters
rainbow cuts
in the landscape
my leg undergrowths
spirochetes & chasms
having irregular hairs
in between breasts
my thunder belly
landslide
mortar, then –
the sticking nest of
desire for something
else not a marriage
not a lichen
though we did walk in
those woods
together for a time
All light melted
I was magma
Damaged tissue
Debriding