You Are The Prey

Nothing I see is real / And nothing is not.

“an open mouth survival of the body a perceived fragility that turns against her the body as a mirror as an opening mouth (…)” 

call me sea glass        because you can only                      love me

My father hovers at the threshold to my room like he’s standing on the edge of a crevice that could swallow him whole. He tells me there is fresh fasoulia and fattoush, I should eat He tells me this because he never could say I love you, are you okay?

You change the suffix          The noun can become a verb // Terrorizing          For example // Police are terrorizing our people

Pain. That is all. I tell it with my lips in an O. I carry it in slow motion.

Knees pressed into the Persian rug, I rewind our story again, the soft whirr of the VHS mechanism takes us back to the start. Black and white bliss bathing the walls in a litany of shadows. I could wear that part of the tape to breaking point. Slowing us down, over and over again Watching the light bloom in my eyes again For the first time. Building our own Paris to have - always, I mouth our lines to each other, the next great tragedy is opening in front of me like veins on my arms. So again, I’ll drag my body of failures to the cliffs; Their red maw a bight that scars the divide between blue and white. I wait, with my feet kicking over the edge, I wait to see if I am what needs to be consumed.

“I lost a God once. It’s easier done than people think. Forget a prayer once in a while or simply grow grief in your kitchen window along with the basil and rosemary. Somewhere inside my heart, I misplaced my faith, misunderstood my own origin story, became a person half tragedy, more misery, and I started to relish it.”

Knees pressed into the Persian rug, I rewind our story again, the soft whirr of the VHS mechanism takes us back to the start. Black and white bliss bathing the walls in a litany of shadows. I could wear that part of the tape to breaking point. Slowing us down, over and over again Watching the light bloom in my eyes again For the first time. Building our own Paris to have - always, I mouth our lines to each other, the next great tragedy is opening in front of me like veins on my arms. So again, I’ll drag my body of failures to the cliffs; Their red maw a bight that scars the divide between blue and white. I wait, with my feet kicking over the edge, I wait to see if I am what needs to be consumed.